The Ad-dressing of Cats
Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats (1939)
“For some are sane and some are mad
And some are good and some are bad
And some are better, some are worse —
But all may be described in verse.”
The Ad-dressing of Cats
Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats (1939)
Context: You now have learned enough to see
That Cats are much like you and me
And other people whom we find
Possessed of various types of mind.
For some are sane and some are mad
And some are good and some are bad
And some are better, some are worse —
But all may be described in verse.
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The verses that could move them on the day
When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind
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