But Cats To Me Are Strange, So

When On A Summer's Morn I Wake, And Open My Two Eyes, Out To The Clear, Born-singing Rills My Bird-like Spirit Flies. To Hear The Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush, Or Any Bird In Song; And Common Leaves That Hum All Day Without A Throat Or Tongue. And When Time Strikes The Hour For Sleep, Back In My Room Alone, My Heart Has Many A Sweet Bird's Song - And One That's All My Own.

Yes, I Will Spend The Livelong Day With Nature In This Month Of May; And Sit Beneath The Trees, And Share My Bread With Birds Whose Homes Are There; While Cows Lie Down To Eat, And Sheep Stand To Their Necks In Grass So Deep; While Birds Do Sing With All Their Might, As Though They Felt The Earth In Flight.

When I Had Money, Money, O! I Knew No Joy Till I Went Poor; For Many A False Man As A Friend Came Knocking All Day At My Door.

But Cats To Me Are Strange, So Strange I Cannot Sleep If One Is Near.

It Was The Rainbow Gave Thee Birth, And Left Thee All Her Lovely Hues.