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Pussy touched him, and bidding him hasten away,
Cried, ‘The plans I have formed will allow no delay,
As we travel I them must relate.’
But she scarcely told half ere they came to the water ;
He is ordered to swim and he don’t like to thwart her,
So he dives, though her scheme little knows,
But satisfied soon he himself would adorn,
When he finds to his horror a fresh cause to mourn,
For there’s some one has stolen his clothes.
Puss has left him a carriage to hail on the road,
He is now quite a mile too from any abode,
And he feels at a loss what to do.
But his friend (who has hidden his clothes, by-the-by),
To the King and his daughter has uttered-a cry,
‘That the Marquis of Carrebas’ drowning !
All his clothes have been stolen, I think by some tramp,
And he in the water has now got the cramp.’
Ah! she’s set the good monarch a frowning.
‘I have got a dress-suit here, go, run to his side,
And beg he will favour us homeward to ride
In our carriage: I see he has landed.’
The Marquis of Carrebas, you may suppose,
Takes a hint from Miss Pussy as well as the clothes,
And the Princess to her seat is handed.
The Marquis looks fine in his gay courtly dress,
And the King and the lady his beauty confess,
As they drive to the late Ogre’s hall.
Pussy runs on before and bids every one hail
Their master, the Marquis (all swallow her tale),
So he’s welcomed by great and by small.
Arrived at the castle all things are prepared,
And the King and his daughter with much pleasure shared
In the sumptuous repast there provided.