De cat in de hat
let de cat from the bag
we oft speak in rhyme
(wit' no care for nags)
Thy offer be gracious
yer down be most fine
and yer promise o' fishes
makes me heart shine
I be glad for the gifts
of de feathers an food
but most of thy friendship
such shipmates be good
de hour be late
an cats need their sleepin
seems fair fortune for sailin
if such trueness be keepin