Short are my legs, yet mark my pace

Whene'er I cats or postmen chase!

In human language if I fail,

What so expressive as my tail?

See how it wags, as if to say,

"Dear mistress, a glad wedding day!"

Though bounded is my being's range,

And knows no world beyond The Grange—

A universe by half-a-span

Less than the universe of man—

Yet am I Queen of all I see,

The household are but slaves to me.

Let others toil the livelong day,

I play and sleep, and sleep and play;

Or in my carriage proudly ride

With two fair ladies at my side.

Gaily I live, by all caressed,

And in a doting mistress blessed!

Affection's happiness I prove,

And see no fault in those I love;

Nor when my little bones are laid

Beneath the turf on which I played,

Nor when the rug which now I press

Each winter's eve is Flossieless,

Shall Flossy die; but pictured here

To her loved mistress still be dear.