Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard

Any information on my current health is far too much, especially for anyone eating while reading this.  Definitely flu, definitely not glamorous.  So I thought I would share a poem that for me sums up the cat's attitude to food, like the time psychotic cat found some koftas that were too spicy for us to eat but insisted on eating them, regardless of how they bit back, because not only were they mainly meat, but they were stolen meat....

SONG OF FAIRIES FOBBING AN ORCHARD

BY LEIGH HUNT

We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,

Of dimensions not gigantic,

Though the moonshine mostly keep us,

Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.

Stolen sweets are always sweeter,

Stolen kisses much completer,

Stolen looks are nice in chapels,

Stolen, stolen, be your apples.

When to bed the world are bobbing,

Then's the time for orchard-robbing;

Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling,

Were it not for stealing, stealing.