As I came out of Grundy Greet
Four cats were marching down the street

One was long and gray and thin
With lots of whiskers on his chin,

And one was round and sleek and fat
(He must have been a butcher’s cat).

One was dapper, slight, and frail,
With bells and tassels on his tail,

And one had starey yellow eyes
Almost as big as pumpkin pies.

These four came marching down the street
As I came out of Grundy Greet.