The Vanity Cat
Like a painted parlor cat
He creeps on all fours
His tail curls into a question mark
As he swaggers across the floor
With eyes full of scorn
And a heart full of woe
Whether you’re mouse or master
Friend or foe
“You’re all still the same”
Sighs the parlor cat
As he licks his paws
On his parlor mat
And brags to the mirrors
That he is a lion
But even they know
That he’s just a lying
Airs and graces
With himself, he’s quite smitten
Though everyone knows
That he’s only a kitten
