If you think about canals or rivers you can sail

To a cat on board a boat, they must seem like a jail

If you consider waves and wakes, and how a boat will rock

You would think a cat would run as soon as you hit the docks


But the cat I have in mind isn't going to run away

Life on board is very good and there he wants to stay

On the roof and in the sun he can oft be found

He's not one for climbing trees or scurrying around


Bruff the Boat, he stays on Deck,

Keeping his humans in check

As they go down waterways

Pubbing at the end of day

Bruff he stays aboard the ship

Keeping stern watch over it

When they return to their nest

That's when Bruff the Boat can rest


The ship that Bruff the Boat calls home, his floating domicile

Is called The Queen of All Canals and cost a pretty pile

He prowls the decks and kitchenette, keeping watch for little pests

He does so well that 'Bruff' is written on his own life vest.


Bruff the Boat he watches fish, and birds as they whizz past

Sometimes he tries to capture them but they're much too fast

Once he tried to stalk a heron as it stood upon the bow

But when he saw the size of it, just gave it a miaow


Bruff in short is a busy cat

Always knows what he's at

Security upon the barge

Is his job by and large

He keeps it free of mice and birds

A solemn task he never shirks

This feline knows where he wants to stay

For he's the cat of the waterways.