A PLASTER CAT ROUNDS THE HORN
Hang on, plaster cat,
Hang onto that rail,
With your delicate paws
And your friable tail.
Your eyes are enameled,
Your fur it is glazed,
Your organs ceramic,
Your manner unfazed;
Though the tempest may blow
And the ship roll and toss,
Hang onto that rail
And you'll never be lost.
The wind it did blow
And the night it was black,
The waves they did break
On the plaster cat's back.
But the brave plaster cat
Stayed attached to that rail,
And when daylight arrived
She was still under sail.
Which proves that a cat,
Though she be cast in plaster,
Can ship tons of water
And outlast disaster.