At sunrise when the sky is new.

The quiet kitchens rug of blue,

In soaks the shining golden light,

As Cat prances in the footlight.


In came the chorus line on stage,

Spellbinding act though-out the age.

He bows! They Curtsey! The music commences!

The Cat delights in their step sequences.


As he waltzes with floating dust,

But their quick parting was a must.

As the kitchen is bombarded,

“Good morning, Princess!” children cried.