THE PURRLOINED HEART

A plaster-of-Paris cat
Named Mimi, often sat
At an outdoor cafe
Near the Champs-Élysée.
Day after summer day
Enamoured Frenchmen
Would stroll by;
Mimi, Mimi, they would sigh,
Venez avec moi.  Allez!
But Mimi always would reply,
My heart I'll never give away.
And she was right,
For one fine day
A plaster cat burglar
Named Samuel Rice,
Thinking it would fetch
A decent price,
Stole her heart away.