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.
