The Cat and The Flea

When you look up at me,
Just what do you see?
Said the big ginger tom
To the little black flea,
Well in truth,
Said the flea,
All I see is my dinner,
If I didn’t dine on you
Then I’d be a lot thinner.
Fair enough,
Said the cat,
But I’m far more than that
I’m a gifted violinist
And a gymnastic cat.
As he showed off his talents,
The flea clapped and whistled,
When he was done,
The cat bowed and then bristled.
Now promise me flea,
That this helped you discover
That you shouldn’t always judge
A fat tom by his cover.