The Old Gumbie Cat

I have a Gumbie Cat in mind Her name is Jennyanydots Her coat is of the tabby kind With tiger stripes and leopard spots All day she sits upon the stairs Or on the step or on the mat She sits and sits and sits and sits And that's what makes a Gumbie Cat That's what makes a Gumbie Cat But When the day's hustle and bustle is done Then the Gumbie Cat's work is but hardly begun And when all the family's in bed and asleep I tuck up my skirts to the basement to creep I am deeply concerned with the ways of the mice Their behavior's not good and their manners not nice So when I have got them lined up on the matting I teach them music, crocheting, and tatting I have a Gumbie Cat in mind Her name is Jennyanydots The curtain cord she likes to wind And tie it into sailor knots She sits upon the windowsill Or anything that's smooth and flat She sits and sits and sits and sits And that's what makes a Gumbie Cat That's what makes a Gumbie Cat But-and When the day's hustle and bustle is done Then the Gumbie Cat's work is but hardly begun I think that the cockroaches need employment To prevent them from idle and wanton destroyment So I formed from that lot of disorderly louts A troop of well-disciplined helpful Boy Scouts With a purpose in life and a good deed to do And I've even created a Beetles' tattoo So, for Old Gumbie Cats, let us now give three cheers On whom well-ordered households depend, it appears Three cheers, three cheers, three cheers Thank you, my dears