"Puss In The Corner"

All day long in the corner she sits;
All day long in the corner she knits;
But while her dexterous needles play
Her eyes so liquid and large and gray,
Mark me and watch me around the house,
For she's "Puss in the Corner," and I'm the mouse.

My puss hasn't got any taloned claws,
And white as milk are her pretty paws;
And none of the feline cruelty lies
Lurking within her deep gray eyes;
Yet she holds me and keeps me about the house,
For she's "Puss in the Corner," and I'm the mouse.

I have heard that a very long time ago,
When the world was young, and the world was slow,
A lusty lion in a net was caught,
And the Monarch of Beasts was like to rot,
Till the woven threads of his prison-house
Were gnawed away by a little mouse.


This antique tale is reversed for me.
I'm the mouse in a net, and I can't get free;
For crosswise around my poor heart twines
The net of Love in a thousand lines;
And "Puss in the Corner" sits and smiles,
And fastens the knots with a thousand wiles.

But I know the way to break the chains --
A single course to me remains:
When once the marriage vows are said,
When "Puss in the Corner" and I are wed,
We'll see who rules over all the house,
And which is the cat and which the mouse!