Another seasonal poem, this one by Stevie Smith.
Her explanation is that the cats in this poem belong
to a witch:
MY CATS
I like to toss him up and down
A heavy cat weighs half a Crown
With a hey ho diddle my cat Brown.
I like to pinch him on the sly
When nobody is passing by
With a hey ho diddle my cat Fry.
I like to ruffle up his pride
And watch him skip and turn aside
With a hey ho diddle my cat Hyde.
Hey Brown and Fry and Hyde my cats
That sit on tombstones for your mats.
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