A  Persian kitty, perfumed and fair
Went out in  a yard to get some air
When a tomcat, lean and lithe and strong
Dirty and naughty, came along

He sniffed at the perfumed Persian cat
As she strutted about with much eclat
Thinking about the hours to pass
He whispered, "Kiddo, you sure got class"

"'That's fitting and proper," was her reply
As she arched her eyebrows over her eye
"I am ribboned, sleep on pillows of silk
And daily I bathe in certified milk"

["But I'm not content with what I've got
I ought to be happy, but happy I'm not
I should be joyful, yes, I should indeed
For I'll have you know, I'm highly pedigreed"]

"Now, hark," said the tomcat with a smile
"You must trust in your new-found friend for a while
You must abandon your backyard fence
Kiddy, all you need is experience."

[The joys of living he then unfurled
As he told her tales of the outside world
And then suggested, with a leering laugh
A trip for two down the primrose path]

In the morning after the night before
When the cat came home at half past four
The innocent look from her face had went
And in its place was a smile of content

Two months later the kittens came
To that Persian kitty of pedigreed fame
They were not Persian, they were black and tan
And she told them their daddy was a traveling man