I remember a story from when I was young Old green would slither up and down a pole
I greeted my father after his work
Molding his words, with care and delight
Seems Long Green wore glasses, on top of his head
He was very athletic, this foxy old tom
Then he’d wrap round a pole, in variable ways
I will remember this legend and the way it was told
Sitting on my father’s knee
The tale of the long green cat
Dad described him so vividly!
Then wrap around totally
There was magic in the fable of the long green cat
As dad told it with levity
To hear of the famous chat verte
Old green came to light, in the yarn of the night
As a three year old listened with care
Dad talked in a stately way
Presenting some facts that he’d heard from the cat
And the lessons he’d learned on that day
Just in case he would need them to read
He studied of course, at the pace of a horse
As he purred with content and with speed
With his hair standing straight up on end
He’d bounce and he’d play, till the end of the day
Then eat catnip till his body would bend
To gather some attention, the old ham
He’d meow in delight, in the wee hours of night
And sing songs of love to his Madame!
Forever inside of my thoughts
They are sweet recollections of long ago times
When the old, long green cat, once did walk