The Cat Metamorphosed Into a Woman
A man was passionately fond of his cat,
He thought she was pretty, and sleek, and all that;
And she purred in the softest tone,
He wished to make her his own.
This man by prayers, by tears,
By sorcery and charms,
Changed pussy to a woman fair,
And took her in his arms.
But in the wainscot soon a rat
Made itself manifest,
And very soon the pussy cat,
Could still no longer rest.
Her foolish husband who believed
That nothing had of cat remained,
And as his wife had her received—
Was, now, I warrant, somewhat pained.
Next time the vermin came,
Pussy was surer of her game—
For having changed her face,
The mice not frightened,
Did not change their pace—
And the astonished spouse
Was very glad—
To change her back—
And was no more cat-mad.
Moral
What in the bone is born,
Will in the flesh remain,
Both night and morn,
And ne’er come out again.