Anatole and the cat Poem

He could not go home last night
He may be forced to give it up
He scratched his head, deeply troubled

She blew him a kiss
There must be a way
For She was the only one

Pacing up and down
He hung his head in despair

She turned pale
She asked if he felt quite right

Now or never
It was the night

He began to shiver and shake and quiver and quake,
He begged for another chance

Quick as a wink
she grinned,
She was not at all surprised
'
And he thought 'I can go home'