Puss in Boots at Court



I can hear you say it: Such a clever cat,
With his dashing and aristocratic airs.
You cannot imagine how tired I am of that


This endless empty praise for every rat
I leave on the kingís doorstop or the stairs.
Oh, I am such a clever cat


I fence, I jest, and wear a stylish hat,
I make millerís sons into kingdomís heirs
And Oh! how tired I am of that.


I talked an ogre into the shape of a gnat
And with his castle answered all my masterís prayers
And all they say is ďSuch a clever cat!Ē


Frightfully dull is the kingís idle chat
About wine and his wife and the courtiersí affairs...
You cannot imagine how tired I am of that.


Iím a trickster, a knave, but now I suffer pats
On the head, and lurk like a common kitten under chairs.
And I can hear you say it — oh, such a clever cat!
You cannot imagine how tired I am of that!

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