How quickly does the kitten fight!
He prances swiftly through the breeze
And tumbles, swatting at the air,
Beating his unseen enemies.

How easily does the young cat fight!
He hisses, growls, scratches and spits
And all the others are beaten back
But still get quickly torn to bits.

How proudly does the scarred tom fight!
He is so very self-assured
That, though he bests them if they try,
They run from but a single word.

Oh, never does the old cat fight!
His time is spent on better things,
He watches little kittens now,
Who bat at moths with flitting wings.