Edgar

there was a sweet little man with a penchant for fashion who wears his jackets tan he closes his eyes when he smiles and looks awfully dashing eyes of green and gloves of white he struts about without a worry soaking in windowbeams til twilight but if you wake him without caution he will dash away in haphazard scurry oh what a lovely little lad he will greet you with a darling chirp if you are feeling terribly sad he has a horizonless kindness that can heal oceans of hurt he needs to little to live life sublime kneading biscuits to start the day our little Eggy is just a simple guy whose purrs on your belly will offer a warmth better than any cabernet