"'Well, he was some good after all,' Mr. Man said.' I had begun to think
all cats were useless, but it seems Mr. Crow was right in that poetry of
his, after all.'

"Then Mr. Man went up to the house, and since then Mr. Thomas has been
allowed to stay round the farm, just as he pleases."




MR. CROW'S FANCY.


"What did he mean by saying Mr. Crow was right?"

"Oh, that was on account of a piece of poetry he wrote about me. There
isn't much of it, and perhaps you had just as soon I would repeat it."

Then, without waiting for permission, Mrs. Mouser recited the following:

Some people love the gay giraffe
Because his antics make them laugh
(I've never found him witty),
Others prefer the cockatoo--
He does things I should hate to do;
He's vulgar--more's the pity!

An ostrich draws admiring throngs
Whenever he sings his comic songs,
And, really, it's no wonder!