But Cats To Me Are Strange, So

No Matter Where The Body Is, The Mind Is Free To Go Elsewhere.

What Is This Life If, Full Of Care, We Have No Time To Stand And Stare.

It Was The Rainbow Gave Thee Birth, And Left Thee All Her Lovely Hues.

Yes, I Will Spend The Livelong Day With Nature In This Month Of May; And Sit Beneath The Trees, And Share My Bread With Birds Whose Homes Are There; While Cows Lie Down To Eat, And Sheep Stand To Their Necks In Grass So Deep; While Birds Do Sing With All Their Might, As Though They Felt The Earth In Flight.

Peace To These Little Broken Leaves, That Strew Our Common Ground; That Chase Their Tails, Like Silly Dogs, As They Go Round And Round. For Though In Winter Boughs Are Bare, Let Us Not Once Forget Their Summer Glory, When These Leaves Caught The Great Sun In Their Strong Net; And Made Him, In The Lower Air, Tremble - No Bigger Than A Star!