The Cat’s Masterfulness

The hungry child intent to feed
Is well advised to hide,
For pussy-cats beset by greed
Are not to be denied.

Suppose the slice of cake is big,
Suppose the child’s a mite,
With all the ardour of the pig
They’ll ply their appetite.

One cat alone could be withstood,
The child could win the day;
With two to one it’s little good
To try to get away.