LITTLE DRUMMER GIRL

Come, she told me; our new home to see.
What finest gift she brings, to my tired, aching knee.
Pa rum pum pum pum, my heart went beating.
Will it be large? will it be clean?

So to honor her, I gave my cheek.

When we come; there is no manger in the scene, a bed to call my throne.
Just old blanket, new towel, fresh and fragrant.
And many little ones, just like me.
Pa rum pum pum pum, my heart went beating.
Will they be sweet? Will they be mean?

She gave me a plate, with little silver spoon, and a yummy, slurry food.
We eat together, and then we groom each other.
She left me the whole day then, for some bang and boom, outside the room.
Pa rum pum pum pum, my heart went beating.
Will she be back? Will I be alone? Will I be back?

It’s not what I had in mind. The house in disarray.
Many things, here and there, covered in dust, I have no place to stay.
But all is kind, and everyone is nice.
Pa rum pum pum pum, my heart went beating.
She is still busy? Will she remember me?

To remind her, I came to her, timid and shy, and I gave her my cheek.

“Something must be wrong with your legs”, she said. “I thought it was because you were frozen, and you were afraid, but there is nothing to be afraid now, and you still walk like that”

She picked me up, and bring me to her bed. Lay a blanket under me, lay a sheet for me, and checked my feet.
Pa rum pum pum pum, my heart went beating
What would she do to me?

She noticed I had swollen paws. It hurts to stand, it hurts more to walk, but I thought it was how it is supposed to be.
She peeled it off, and greenish blood flowing out. I’m in pain, I am in pain!
Pa rum pum pum pum, my heart went beating.
My blood is rushing, my mind is twisting.
Why did she do that to me?

“It is called frost bite” she mumbles, with green little patches and brown sticky lines.
“You must have walked on a hot asphalt, and then stepped on some puddle”
No, it was freezing cold concrete.
Pa rum pum pum pum, my heart went beating.
It’s so painful, I can’t think!

But what was that? And a clean, cool fluid that came out of it?
It felt so nice when she rub it softly on my bleeding paws.
It doesn’t hurt, and it is cool.
Pa rum pum pum pum, my heart went beating.
But soon it will slow down, and the blanket is so warm!

Two days and my paws are on the mend. I can jump now, I can walk!
It’s not painful, and it tickles.
And she clean me with hot towel, and she removes my fleas. She gave me a bitter pill, but I am brand new, and I have sisters to play!
But I am a poor girl, too. I have no gift to bring
That’s fit to give a darling.
Pa rum pum pum pum, my heart went beating
Shall I purr again, and give her my cheek?

“Hey, little girl, you wait for me to come in?”
I can see her tired, I can see her crying.
It must be her day, it must be pain.
I came in with her, in her little box, with large window with many cats to see.
Pa rum pum pum pum, my heart went beating.
I rub on her, I gave her my cheek.

And she runs her little fingers through my fur. She said no more patches!
And I stepped over her small hand, that is always open and is always kind.
Pa rum pum pum pum, my heart went beating
Home is no longer in my dream

~ Josie

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Disclaimer:

This post is adapted from, and use part of “Little Drummer Boy”
“The Little Drummer Boy” (originally known as “Carol of the Drum”) is a popular Christmas song written by the American classical music composer and teacher Katherine Kennicott Davis in 1941 based upon a traditional Czech carol.

In the lyrics the singer relates how, as a poor young boy, he was summoned by the Magi to the Nativity of Jesus. Without a gift for the infant the little drummer boy played his drum with Jesus’ mother, Mary’s approval; recalling, “I played my best for Him” and “He smiled at me.”

In this case it will be me “I gave my best for her” and I am glad that in purring and giving her cheek to me “She smiled at me”


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