his dress is quite superb
eats from gold trimmed china
with manners that are reserved
cleanliness is his watchword
he always wears white gloves
no-one has seen him without them
they are both as white as doves
some say he is eccentric
he only strolls at night
a very sinister purpose
he seems to shun the light
although, in the morning
he sits in the early sun
surveying his neat garden
its his idea of fun
he cuts a handsome figure
never seeming to get fat
the epitome of relaxation
Mr Adams...is my cat