I and Pangar bond 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 book and pen. Pangar bears me no ill will. He too flies his simple skill. Tis a merry thing to see, at our task how glad are we? And at home we sit and find entertainment to our mind. Oftentimes a mouse will stray into the hero Pangar's way. Oftentimes my keen thought set takes a meaning in its net. Gains the wall he sets his eye full in fierce and sharp and sly. Gains the wall of knowledge I, all my little wisdom try. When a mouse starts from its den, oh how glad is Pangar then? Oh what gladness do I prove when I solve the doubts I love? So in peace our tasks we ply, Pangar bond my cat and I. In our arts we find our bliss. I have mine and he has his. Practice every day has made Pangar perfect in his trade. I get wisdom day and night, turning darkness into light.