PUSSY can sit by the fire and sing, Pussy can climb a tree, Or play with a silly old cork and string To 'muse herself, not me. But I like Binkie, my dog, because He knows how to behave; So, Binkie's the same as the First Friend was And I am the Man in the Cave. Pussy will play Man-Friday till It's time to wet her paw And make her walk on the window-sill (For the footprint Crusoe saw); Then she fluffles her tail and mews, And scratches and won't attend. But Binkie will play whatever I choose, And he is my true First Friend. Pussy will rub my knees with her head, Pretending she loves me hard; But the very minute I go to my bed Pussy runs out in the yard, And there she stays till the morning-light; So I know it is only pretend; But Binkie, he snores at my feet all night, And he is my Firstest Friend! RUDYARD KIPLING. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK FINGER by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THE JOURNEY ONWARDS by THOMAS MOORE BEAUREGARD by CATHERINE ANNE WARFIELD SOMETIMES WITH ONE I LOVE by WALT WHITMAN THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 8. THE CABLE HYMN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE INDIAN UPON GOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON SENESIS' MUMMY by LEONIE ADAMS |