The Weary Wildcat says,
Ain’t she lucky, to be petted and loved,
Filling her belly all day long!
She sleeps as she pleases,
Wherever she wants.
Her coat so shiny,
Like a pearl’s sheen.
She lazed around, purring loudly,
I truly wish I was that grimalkin!
The Grumbling Grimalkin says,
Ain’t she lucky, to be free as the wind,
Discovering terrains all day long!
Untouched, by the humans,
A wild and strong being.
Her coat so ragged,
From battles bravely won.
She prowled around, growling deeply,
I truly wish I was that wildcat!