There was a cat her name was PATCH---in the old castle the mice she'd catch---she'd hide behind the old stone wall--and then pounce upon them one and all---she was shrewed and she was fast----upon the walls her shadow she'd cast----the mice would run,they would hide---while PATCH would take it all in stride---sometimes the mice would win or lose---the fattest ones PATCH would choose--she ate them with great delight --while some looked on in total fright---now PATCH got old and slow and such----pays not attention to the mice so much---the castles now cold and bare for PATCH  is no longer there---the mice still run and play about--good no more cat they shout----THE END