eleanor farjeon
He's nothing much but fur
And two round eyes of blue
He has a giant purr
And a midget mew.
He darts and pats the air
He starts and cocks his ear
When there is nothing there
For him to see and hear
He runs around in rings
But why we cannot tell;
With sideways leaps he springs
At things invisible-
Then half way through a leap
His startled eyeballs close
And he drops off to sleep
With one paw on his nose.
