You know the Christmas Cat
That cat is very large
We don't know where he came from
Nor where he has gone
He opened his eyes widely
Making both glow
It was not for cowards
To look into them
His hair sharp as needles
His back was high and bulgy
And the claws on his hairy paw
Were not a pretty sight
Therefore, the women competed
To rock and sow and spin
And knitted colourful clothes
Or one little sock
For the cat could not come
And get the little children
They had to get new clothes
From the grown-ups
When Christmas Eve was lighted
And the cat looked inside
The children stood straight and red-cheeked
With their presents
He waved his strong tail
He jumped and he scratched and blew
And was either in the valley
Or out on the headland
He walked about, hungry and mean
In hurtfully cold Christmas snow
And kindled the hearts with fear
In every town
If outside one heard a weak meow
Then bad luck was sure to happen
All knew he hunted men
And didn't want mice
He followed the poorer people
Who didn't get any new clothing
Near Christmas – and struggled and lived
In poorest conditions
From them, he took at the same time
All their Christmas food
And also ate themselves
If he could
Therefore, the women competed
To rock and sow and spin
And knitted colourful clothes
Or one little sock
Some had got an apron
And some had got a new shoe
Or anything that was needful
But that was enough
For the cat should eat no-one
Who got some new piece of clothes
He hissed with his ugly voice
And ran away
If he still exists, I don’t know
But for nothing would be his trip
If next Christmas everybody got
Some new rag
You may want to keep it in mind
To help if there is need
For somewhere there might be children
Who get nothing at all
Perhaps looking out for those who suffer
From lack of plentiful lights
Will give you a good day
And a merry Christmas