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.
