p ink ee  and   feline friends  from Dylan Thomas (Welsh poet) Fern hill poem

                                                                 Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
                                                                 About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green
                                                                            The night above the dingle starry
                                                                                     Time let me hail and climb
                                                                             Golden in the heydays of his eyes, ...