Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat

Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?
I've been to London to see the queen.
How did you know she was really a queen?
Did she have on her head a golden crown?
Did she hold it high and never look down?
Did she smile to the wall
With lips and teeth,
A smile for a postage stamp?

Miaow, I don't know.

She smelled like a queen,
Of Corn Flakes and marmalade
By appointment to her Majesty.
She smelled of majesty
And expensive soap
And there were no mice under the throne.

How did you know it was a throne?
Was it a large armchair
Like a seat for a bride?
Were there silk cushions
Embroided in gold?

Miaow, the chair looked uncomfortable,
The lady sat straight.
Humans have not learned
To be noble, yet comfortable.

But how can the queen learn,
Miaow,
If she never looks at me?