It is a cat but not a kitty. You'll never catch on in a city. Its fangs are huge and so its claws, a death machine with paws and jaws. In its own way a royal fellow, striped with black and clothed in yellow. What is it?
A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky. What is it?