Sharpen your claws, Pussy-cat, For a bird newly flown; While a bird cleans its beak For a snail on a stone. Powder your face, fair Woman, Still thinking of Man. If the cat gets a bird, She will purr all she can; If a bird gets a snail, We shall hear a sweet carol. When a Woman gets Man, Tell me why must she quarrel? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STAR-TALK by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES VICKSBURG by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE HAILSTORM IN MAY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS IDYLLS OF THE KING: LANCELOT AND ELAINE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BALLAD OF A DAFT GIRL by DOROTHY ALDIS PSALM 51 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |