Two Cats and a Man

Two cats are singing midst the rain, "Meow, mara, meow!" at the side of the train. "Shut UP, now!" shouts a man in vain. "Meow, but it's cold, and I'm wetting my mane!" "If you are quiet, or restrain I will fetch you some string; in fact, make it a skein." "Is not for game that we're now fain." "Then I'll warm you some cream, if your cries will just wane." Those words then make the silence reign, So he leaves and comes back with a dish made in Spain. He puts the dish on their terrain, And the cats lap the cream... Then start meowing again! "What's this, you promised to abstain!" "We promised to wane not to stop our campaign." "That was a bad, dirty chicane!" "Don't you see that it's water that's causing our bane? Try off'ring something less inane." "Please, all that noise that is pounding my brain Will make me soon go quite insane. Should I turn against you and make use of my cane?" "Are you threat'ning us with some pain?" "Unless both at this time of your racket refrain..." Both cats think that it is quite plain; They must shush, or then risk ending up with a sprain. Cats and men will often complain That they're told to do things that they just can't attain; But once they're forced, all ascertain They can do a lot more than they could entertain.