With my tail in the air and my nose to the ground,
I most cunningly follow the scent I have found:
A felonious feline in this city infested
With criminal cats who just must be arrested.
But now look! There's a flash of a too-pretty tail—
Then I'm chasing through gardens, between picket rails. . .
But before I can catch her, she's fled up a tree.
So we'll wait, stupid cat, but you'll not escape me.