Sir Edmund Hilary was not as brave!
Paw over paw you scaled the mattress blue:
Your tiny claws like pitons, stave on stave:
A valiant heart, magnificent and true!
You were still white, from tip of nose to tail!
Your eyes not even fully open yet;
Although you turned your mama's whiskers pale,
Upon a polar expedition set,
You crawled up spring and mattress every night,
And every morn she kitten-napped you home,
While you put up a fuss, acted a fright:
I'm still so honored, little honeycomb!
How could I find a name for one so rare?
You purring puddy hamster in my hair!
Anissa Nedzel Gage copyrignt 2009
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