I and Pangur Bn, my cat

'Tis a like task we are at;

Hunting mice is his delight
Hunting words I sit all night.
Better far than praise of men
'Tis to sit with ook and pen;
Pangur ears me no ill will,
He too plies his simple skill.
'Tis a merry thing to see
!t our tasks how glad are we,
"hen at home we sit and #nd
$ntertainment to our mind.
%ftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur's way&
%ftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.
''ainst the wall he sets his eye
(ull and #erce and sharp and sly;
''ainst the wall of knowledge I
!ll my little wisdom try.
"hen a mouse darts from its den,
% how glad is Pangur then)
% what gladness do I pro*e
"hen I sol*e the douts I lo*e)
+o in peace our tasks we ply,
Pangur Bn, my cat, and I;
In our arts we #nd our liss,
I ha*e mine and he has his.
Practice e*ery day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.