There was once a cat called
Trouble-some Mac'fee,
who had a bad habit,
of inviting himself to tea.
When the clock struck four,
he would tap on the door,
meow and scrach,
then lift up the latch.
He never had a thought,
for dear Aunt Mable,
because he would rush right in,
and jump straight on the table.
He would steal a cake,
from of the plate,
then run back through the door,
and out of the gate.
Mac-fee Mac-fee,
always there for tea.
Now Mac-fee played a game
called, hide n seek.
At one time he went missing,
for over a week.
Aunt Mable said
'has he gone for good,
but was there any reason
why he should!
No one saw him,
hair or hide,
We serched all over,
far and wide.
Then on a Friday, just before tea
who should turn up,
our trouble-some Mac-Fee
His paws were dirty,
and his coat was shabby,
but oh how we loved,
that dear old tabby.
Mac-Fee Mac-Fee,
always there for tea.
Aunt Mable had passed on,
and so had her cake,
and poor Mac-Fee,
was getting thin as rake.
When the clock struck four,
he went next door,
to see what tit bits,
he could score.
Alas the cake was not the same,
so old Mac-Fee,
came home again.
Poor Mac-Fee he missed aunt Mable,
and all the cakes,
that were laid on the table.
Nine lives were leaving, poor Mac-Fee,
and his troublesome days were over,
and now his buried in a field,
under a bed of clover.
sylvia spencer
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