|King Popiel's cat
King Popiel had a golden crown,
Though, a scoundrel and a clown.
At his court, he had a cat,
Cat who knew where mice were at.
Cat who would not hunt or chase,
Rather sleep, in a warm place.
Mice may eat your every thing,
But far worse plague is the king!
When said rodents heard of that,
They knew, morals ruled the cat.
Time, they did not waste too much,
King Popiel, they did dispatch.
And the cat? They made him then
an honorary mouse. The end.
Ryszard Marek Gronski
Kot, kot pani matko,
Polityka nr 23 (2196), 5 czerwca 1999