The Drip

It drips, the tap.

It drips and it drops.

So I sit, and I watch.

If it drips, I might catch it with paw or with tongue.

So I sits in the sink for all the day long, and I wait for the drip.

I sits in the daylight. I sits in the dark.

I sits and I watch it for hours and hours.

I sits in the morning, noon and night.

I sits like a statue and give mum a fright.

For the tap must be watched!

The tap might let drop, might let slip, might let go of a drip.

And if it drips, I will catch, as I sits, that wet drop.