Ichabod and Lilly
by Therese Morin
Theres a legend thats been spoken of and handed down thru time
Bout a fat ole cat called Ichabod end a mouse named Lilly- Mime
For Lilly was a mimic born possessed of talent rare
As mischievous as she could be she just plain didnt care.
When Ichabod walked a certain way then Lilly did it too
Exaggerating every step behind him and she knew
That should he catch her in the act hed surely feel the Lout
And that would be the end of her of that there was no doubt.
Now, Ichabod did love to snooze on a tree stump big and round
At times hed sit and ponder things which he thought quite profound.
Hed spend long hours in the shade just lazing time away
Hed pick at this and swat at that sometimes till end of day.
The stump that housed old Ichabod was home to Lilly too
'Twas at the bottom that she lived a hole shed gnawed anew
Avoiding him at any cost became her favorite game
Tho Lilly knew that neath the bluster Ichabod was tame.
And now and then hed see her from the corner of an eye
But catching her was too much work hed do it bye and bye
Shed tweak his nose and knot his tail or pull a whisker out
And then and there hed had enough and chase her all about.
Some days did pass where nothing happened peace did seem to reign
As Ichabod slept our Lilly thought up ways to cause him pain.
On one occasion she had tied his tail to his hind legs
And on awakening Ichabod did taste some bitter dregs
He hatched a plot he thought would work hed catch her unaware
And just pretend to be asleep till he felt she was there
And then hed pounce upon the mouse to teach her a thing or two
And contemplate her for his lunch for it was overdue.
Now Ichabod did get his chance alas it came and went
For as he thought about his scheme his anger just got spent
What if I squash the little pest he asked himself one day
Who will I have to haunt me then who will I find to play?
So Ichabod and Lilly-Mime continued in their mode
She taunted him he lunged at her all in the same abode
How long they carried on like this no ones left to tell
For at the bottom of it all they loved each other well.
Tis said that Ichabod and Lil have gone to who knows where
And all thats left is just a stump to show that they were there
Except that every now and then it seems that one can see
A fat ole cat called Ichabod bounce Lilly on his knee.
?1997 Therese Morin
by Therese Morin