I have a Gumby Cat in mind.
Her name is Jennyanydots.
Her coat is of the tabby kind with tiger stripes and leopard spots.
All day she sits beneath the stairs or on the steps or on the mat.
She sits and sits and sits and that's what makes a gumby cat.
That's what makes a Gumby Cat.
But . . .
When the day's hustle and bustle is done Then the Gumby Cat's work is but hardly begun.
And when all the family's in bed and asleep, She tucks up her skirts to the basement to creep.
She is deeply concerned with the ways of the mice:
Their behavior's not good and their manners not nice.
So when she has got them lined up on the matting,
She teaches them music, crocheting and tatting.
I have a Gumby Cat in mind.
Her name is Jennyanydots.
The curtain cord she likes to wind and tie it into sailor knots.
She sits upon the windowsill or anything that's smooth and flat.
She sits and sits and sits and that's what makes a Gumby Cat.
That's what makes a Gumby Cat.
But . . .
When the day's hustle and bustle is done
Then the Gumby Cat's work is but hardly begun.
She thinks that the cockroaches need employment
To prevent them from idle and wanton destroyment.
So she's formed from that lot of disorderly louts
A troop of well-disciplined helpful boy scouts
With a purpose in life and a good deed to do.
And she's even created a beetles tattoo!
For she's a jolly good fellow!
Thank you my dears . . .
