Jemima lurks, Jemima Waits

Soon the people will finish their plates

Jemima's smart, appears to nap

Jemima will finish on the diner's scraps


She likes to be by cafe doors

See what people will drop on the floor

But if dropped food she cannot win

She'll have to dig around inside the bins


This Jemima does not like

It goes against her Jellicle pride

She doesn't care to hunt through trash

Just to find some manky snacks


She'd sooner be at the Ritz

Taking rather dainty sips

From a classic cocktail glass

You don't drink those things fast

She would dine on caviar

Exotic things from wide and far

The rich and famous she would see

Shame it's just a fantasy


Reality settles in

Jemima focuses again

On her foodie prize

Behind the cafe door it lies


Jemima could go and beg

Purr around a tourist's leg

But good things come to those who wait

And Jemima could do this all day.