"Matt the Cat" by Rusty Algren

Matt the Cat

Matt the Cat, in an old top hat,

Scampered through the glade.

Chasing birds, and butterflies,

And drinking lemonade.

His mother meow'd "Please come in Matt,

I think it's time to sleep".

But he knew she couldn't see him,

As he'd hidden without a peep.

Again she called "Please come in Matt,

A storm has come in sight".

But Matt had seen the cloudless sky,

And thought that wasn't right.

Once more she called "Please come in Matt,

I miss you close to me".

But Matt had seen a bright red bird,

Perched high up in a tree.

At last she called "Please come in Matt,

I've made you something nice.

I've made my best mouse cookies,

And covered them with spice."

Matt's whiskers twitched, his top hat flew,

As he dashed off home to eat.

His mom's mouse cookies were the best,

He loved no other treat.

And later as he lay asleep,

Upon his bed of cotton,

His mother smiled and kissed his check,

His rebellion all forgotten.

Rusty Algren

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