There once was a cat,
that sat in a hat,
and hid himself from view.

With head down low,
he was in the know,
the yapping dog was due.

Day after day,
dog wanted to play,
and would chase him around and around.

So quiet as a mouse,
cat hid in the house,
hoping he wouldn't be found.

It had happened for years,
and the cat was in tears,
his nerves frayed right to the end.

And once as a kitten,
he'd even been bitten,
the injury took ages to mend.

But this day was the last,
it was a thing of the past,
the dog he'd see not again.

For his owner and him,
and the hat with the trim,
were tomorrow all moving to Spain.