The Ed looked down upon his world, created fresh and new,
With soaring, shining AB mountain tops and gleaming rivers of blue.
The lordly lie-inking roaming free with dustypuss golden bright,
Both very grand, magnificent, but somehow, not quite right.
Ed stroked gnomeish beard and mused awhile and thought of this and that,
'All these are far too big,' he said, 'I'll make a smaller cat;
To edge towards the suspension fire at night, out of the chilly Venator wind,
An independent AB animal, but needing some human kind;
With fur so soft and warm to touch, but brimming full of spikey-cat guile,
With pansy-faced wee Barmaid kittens to make the JJs and Tinks smile.
All that was very long ago, but still Boxie's and Wolf's cats are with us,
Aloof and condescending, but loving all the fuss.
You'll never, ever own a cat, as all AB cat-lovers know,
They'll curl themselves around your AB heart and never let you go.