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Fuffi was a little cat who loved her garden so –
Whenever she was missing, we knew just where to go.
She’d be sitting by the fish pond quite deep in thought - indeed.
Her eyes were on two goldfish - her next delicious feed.
One fish was swimming quickly – “He’s much too fast for me”
But the other fish just floated “He’ll do nicely for my tea.”
“He’s the fish I’ve got my eye on – he ’s just waiting to be caught.”
Her paw went in the water – “That’s got him” Fuffi thought.
The goldfish looked delicious – “But perhaps he’s rather small” -
She didn’t stop to think “He’ might be hard to eat” at all!
She popped him in her mouth - then “Ouch! That hurt” poor Fuffi said.
The fish was made of wood and so she broke her teeth instead.
Copyright 2006
Italian Original (Authorship unknown)
POVERO, POVERO FUFFI
Pensa Fuffi, un bel gattone,
come fare colazione
nella vasca del giardino
guizza un rosso pesciolino
che sarebbe un bel boccone per il micio golosone.
Nella vasca del giardino
c'è anche un altro pesciolino
che sta lì, fermo, senza guizzare
perciò facile a pescare.
Pensa il gatto molto scaltro:
"Se prendessi invece l'altro,
che sta lì, fermo impalato
come fosse imbalsamato?"
Zac! Allunga la zampetta
e a mangiarlo poi s'affretta
ma di legno è il pesciolino
e gli spezza -ahimé- un dentino!