Fable
The chair had the softest cushion in the house. The cat, having the softest fur, had the greatest right to sit there. But the dog, whose legs were too long and stomach too wide, always got there First Onto the chair where she licked her Never-mind… As if she thought the waiting cat wouldn’t mind. The chair looked very agreeable and the cat Imagined it would be feel much better than a mat For her to sit on. So she washed her fur And watched her furred Canine invading chair-getter And thought. The cat then jumped up from the mat And sat on the dog Who was very fat and comfortable and warm And long and pleasingly loglike, perfectly molded To long luxuriant shape of luxuriating cat Better in fact Than the softest cushion in the house And furrier too. The moral of this tale If you're not a mouse Is that arriving second isn't worse Than getting there first.