The Travelling Cat

They call me the Travelling Cat.
For the world is my true habitat.
I look quite debonair
With my foldaway chair,
And my dashing Explorer-Cat Hat.

I’ll embark on a cruise. Ship’s cat – me!
Keeping all of the ship rodent-free.
Sipping soup of rat’s-tail,
On through Europe we’ll sail.
At each port, there’ll be oysters for tea.

From Egypt towards Cameroon,
I’ll fly high in a hot air balloon.
Over tropical lands
And burning hot sands,
Drifting on ‘neath the African moon.

I dip low over oceans of blue,
Camera out and admiring the view,
When I’m ready to dine,
I’ve a long fishing line,
Then it’s on to Brazil and Peru.

Now it’s north - Mexico, USA,
Taking in all the sights on the way.
Railway track, westward ho!
Heading back, home I go,
While the carriages jostle and sway.

They call me the Travelling Cat.
Come on in. Let’s have tea and a chat.
Do sit down, grab a chair.
I have snapshots to share
But first, let me hang up my hat.