He was very adroit with his quirks
Although ,rarely, he did his homework
Folk though him humorous,
In his trousers voluminous
Which were free, as he pinched them at work
He had a grey cat called Inchoate
Which also was pretty adroit
The cat entranced mice
By counting their eyes
Whilst Father Browne recited th’ Introit.
Inchoate was just the beginning
As with men cats she adored frequent sinning
She had twenty kittens
And their names are all written
In Cat’s Bibles translated for women.
Intemperance is not very wise
Anger makes for stupid advice
Counting your blessings
And often Confessing
Are irredemiably bad for the eyes
How my heart sings 