I loved to work in solitudeamidst my flowerbeds,
but Boots and Dolly, my two cats,
thought I was there for fun.
Had I found some weeds
near my iris bed?
Well, that was great to Dolly's mind -
"A neat new place to sleep!"
Had I dug a hole
for gladiola bulbs?
Then work must stop for Boot's white paws
had found a place to play.
I couldn't use the hoe,
Boots' tail was just too near;
and if I had wanted to pull some moss,
Dolly would have stalked my hands.
That's the way I used to work
in lovely solitude;
but Boots and Dolly are no more -and now I just work and cry!