When, long ago, the planet's fauna was created,
the Neter said that some beasts ought be feted.
The ox was made to turn up stubborn soil,
a mighty servant yoked to lifelong toil.
The camel would be made to bear a load,
to brave the heat and walk a dusty road.
Down below, the scarab's endless chore:
to roll his growing sphere forevermore.
The faithful hound was sent to watch the gate,
to guard the herd and share his master's fate.
But given form and disposition to embody the divine,
free from obligation, they lastly sent to Man the FELINE.