A s Monty Don was walking,One pleasant summerday,He came across a cheeky frog,And asked if they could play.He’d read about suchspecimens,Within a gardening book,And learned they were too toughto eat,But rather better cooked!I won’t sir, if you don’t mind,And that’s the end of that,I cannot ever play, Sir,With a polydactyl cat.For you’re a freak of nature,Six toes on every paw,The other cats must look askance,When you walk through the door.But Monty summoned up his pride,
His nose high in the air,Cats like me are special,Cats like me are rare.In fact, he sniffed, in days of old,Each sea bound sailor sought,A six toed feline, big and bold,(Such cats could not be bought).For we were prized as ratters,For our outstanding feet,A more esteemed and worthy cat,You’ll likely never meet.And as the frog…
