And from the ramparts, perched on high,
I howl derisive thoughts:
Contemptuous noise-hisses, growls-
And other choice bon mots.

And when the boys need palliatives
To keep the pain at bay,
I’m there with grace and quiet Voice
For comfort-in my way.

For I distract them from their cares
With thoughtful close attention.
And my efforts have been recognized-
In dispatches I’ve had mention!

And when the boys go hungry
Or weak with thinned stew,
I’m right there amongst them all
And I am hungry too.

But when the pickings then are good,
Or supplies have made it through,
Then the boys all eat with joyful face.
And so do I-told true.

And I believe as they all do,
These are exciting times.
I wouldn’t miss it, though it’s fact-
It takes a bit of spine.

This is the best place to be
When you’re frisky, strong, and young,
But when the whole thing’s over
I shall lie out in the sun.

And I want to be the chief cat
In people’s history books-
That I was right there in the War
With the risk and guts it took.

And those favored friends who went-
And suffered fought, and died…
Well, their cat went too, and saw the war,
And crouched right by their side.