An enticing smell lures me,
a smell of flossy feathered hen.
The smell of fowl cures me
of all my weariness again.
I follow it, I climb down the fence,
(it’s just a cat’s common sense).
I creep and sneak inside
my servant’s house.
I arrive just in time.
One bite wouldn’t harm!
Mmmm, it’s better than a mouse!