The Sentinel

The Sentinel Frank Halliwell My cat has gone where all cats go When mice get fast and cats get slow. For sixteen years she ruled the place As terror of the rodent race. They all have faced their last hurrah As victims of her fang and claw. Once more they're gaining a beachead! Who'll rule this Queendom in her stead? A heroine! A puss of mark! Perhaps a feline 'Joan of Arc'! I see her now, all black and sleek A tiny panther will I seek. Strong claws that clasp and teeth that bite, Green eyes that smoulder in the night. She'll do her rounds and see it through, And teach those mice a thing or two! o0o