The Cat And The Old Rat Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEECCFGGFCCHHC CCCIIJJCKKCCLMNNOOOI IC PCC IMQRSSTTMMCCIIU MMM

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A story writer of our sortB
Historifies in shortB
Of one that may be reckon'dC
A Rodilard the SecondC
The Alexander of the catsD
The Attila the scourge of ratsD
Whose fierce and whisker'd headE
Among the latter spreadE
A league around its dreadE
Who seem'd indeed determinedC
The world should be unverminedC
The planks with props more false than slimF
The tempting heaps of poison'd mealG
The traps of wire and traps of steelG
Were only play compared with himF
At length so sadly were they scaredC
The rats and mice no longer daredC
To show their thievish facesH
Outside their hiding placesH
Thus shunning all pursuit whereatC
Our crafty General CatC
Contrived to hang himself as deadC
Beside the wall with downward headC
Resisting gravitation's lawsI
By clinging with his hinder clawsI
To some small bit of stringJ
The rats esteem'd the thingJ
A judgment for some naughty deedC
Some thievish snatchK
Or ugly scratchK
And thought their foe had got his meedC
By being hung indeedC
With hope elated allL
Of laughing at his funeralM
They thrust their noses out in airN
And now to show their heads they dareN
Now dodging back now venturing moreO
At last upon the larder's storeO
They fall to filching as of yoreO
A scanty feast enjoy'd these shallowsI
Down dropp'd the hung one from his gallowsI
And of the hindmost caughtC
'Some other tricks to me are known '-
Said he while tearing bone from boneP
'By long experience taughtC
The point is settled free from doubtC
That from your holes you shall come out '-
His threat as good as prophecyI
Was proved by Mr MildandslyM
For putting on a mealy robeQ
He squatted in an open tubR
And held his purring and his breathS
Out came the vermin to their deathS
On this occasion one old stagerT
A rat as grey as any badgerT
Who had in battle lost his tailM
Abstained from smelling at the mealM
And cried far off 'Ah General CatC
I much suspect a heap like thatC
Your meal is not the thing perhapsI
For one who knows somewhat of trapsI
Should you a sack of meal becomeU
I'd let you be and stay at home '-
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Well said I think and prudentlyM
By one who knew distrust to beM
The parent of securityM

Jean De La Fontaine



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