A Little Cat Played On A Silver Flute, And A Big Cat Sat And Listened; The Little Cat'S Strains Gave The Big Cat Pains, And A Tear On His Eyelid Glistened. Then The Big Cat Said, "Oh, Rest Awhile;" But The Little Cat Said, "No, No; For I Get Pay For The Tunes I Play;" And The Big Cat Answered, "Oh! If You Get Pay For The Tunes You Play, I'm Afraid You'll Play Till You Drop; You'll Spoil Your Health In The Race For Wealth, So I'll Give You More To Stop." Said The Little Cat, "Hush! You Make Me Blush; Your Offer Is Unusually Kind; Though It's Very, Very Hard To Leave The Back Yard, I'll Accept If You Don't Mind." So The Big Cat Gave Him A Thousand Pounds And A Silver Brush And A Comb, And A Country Seat On Beacon Street, Right Under The State House Dome. And The Little Cat Sits With Other Little Kits, And Watches The Bright Sun Rise; And The Voice Of The Flute Is Long Since Mute, And The Big Cat Dries His Eyes.