Little Lord Cat La Roy
Little Lord Cat-la-Roy was given a day at the queen’s famous court.
He took a bottle of his daddy’s finest wine, blood red like port.
Left it with the sentinel who assured him he’d give it to the queen.
He saw him share it with the jester, which was truly kind of mean.
Lord Cat-la-Roy was dressed in his family’s finery, pretty robe and vest.
With ruffled blouse, and silken tapestry, they showed his eyes the best.
Eyes were his best feature, a dazzling, gorgeous emerald color.
Faded every tomcat at court, flirted at by two sisters and their mother.
He had the marvelous majestic markings of a tomcat fine and dandy.
Wearing all of grandmother’s jewelry, everything that she had handy.
Looked princely, someone wealthier than any other in the room.
No one suspected he was Cinder-Tom, treated like his brothers’ groom.
Made his escape that very day with the help of Godfather Fairy Cat.
He wanted a place at court, he was not thinking anything beyond that.
Tired of his brothers making him do all the work around their farm.
He figured to lie a little bit could do him absolutely no real harm.
The queen’s daughter took a shine to him and made her way to dance.
Thought she was rather silly, and the gyrations dumb too, like a prance.
He smelled fresh mouse, and this was the beginning of the end of him.
He gave chase right then, and swallowed the rat in front of all of them.
Princess was disgusted, she walked off in a huff before he could share.
But the Mother cat and her daughters took him home to their soft lair.
He is now living the life of luxury in the palace of the queen of the land.
For his benefactors are the king’s consorts with wine, food, and a band.
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