Kitty O’Grady,
Don’t you think maybe
Your dinner should wait a bit?
It’s not quite noon,
If you eat too soon,
Your tummy might have a fit.

My bones are pointy
And my every jointy,
Is full of gristle and fat.
So, put me on my feet
And I’ll show you my neat,
Famous disappearing act.

©R. Bartly Betts, 2001