I have a Gumbie cat in mind, her name is
Jennyanydots;
Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger stripes and leopard
spots.
All day she sits beneath the stair or on the steps or on the mat;
She sits and sits and sits and sits- and that's what makes a
Gumbie Cat!
That's what makes a Gumbie Cat!
But when the day's hustle and bustle is done,
Then the Gumbie Cat's work is but hardly begun.
And when all the family's in bed and asleep,
She tucks up her skirts to the basement she'll creep.
She is deeply concerned with the ways of the mice-
Their behaviour's not good and their manners not nice;
So when she has got them lined up on the matting,
She teaches them music, crocheting and tatting.
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is
Jennyanydots;
The curtain-cord she likes to wind, and tie it into sailor-knots.
She sits upon the window-sill, or anything that's smooth and flat:
She sits and sits and sits and sits- and that's what makes a
Gumbie Cat!
That's what makes a Gumbie Cat!
But when the day's hustle and bustle is done,
Then the Gumbie Cat's work is but hardly begun.
She thinks that the cockroaches just need employment
To prevent them from idle and wanton destroyment.
So she's formed, from that lot of disorderly louts,
A troop of well-disciplined helpful boy-scouts,
With a purpose in life and a good deed to do-
And she's even created a Beetles' Tatto.
Squad salutes!
For she's a jolly good fellow!
Thank you my dears.