A _cat_alectic Monody! Cruikshank’s Omnibus
A CAT I sing, of famous memory,
Though CATachrestical my song may be;
In a small garden CATacomb she lies,
And CATaclysms fill her comrades’ eyes;
Borne on the air, the CATacoustic song
Swells with her virtues’ CATalogue along;
No CATaplasm could lengthen out her years,
Though mourning friends shed CATaracts of tears.
Once loud and strong her CATachist-like voice
It dwindled to a CATcall’s squeaking noise;
Most CATegorical her virtues shone,
By CATenation join’d each one to one;—
But a vile CATchpoll dog, with cruel bite,
Like CATling’s cut, her strength disabled quite;
Her CATerwauling pierced the heavy air,
As CATaphracts their arms through legions bear;
’Tis vain! as CATerpillars drag away
Their lengths, like CATtle after busy day,
She ling’ring died, nor left in kit KAT the
Embodyment of this CATastrophe.