The cat on the hat

 

The cat on the hat

 

The cat sits on his master’s hat, 

And slowly gazes round;

This place is better than a mat

And high above the hound.

 

His claws are sheathed in velvet paws,

With eyes half-closed, he naps;

Twitching his tail, he gently snores,

Dreaming of mice, perhaps.

 

Alas! Alack! His brother’s back,

Time to vacate the cap,

Anything to avoid the whack

Of a less than friendly tap.