Did you ever drive up to a filling station
And while you’re in the midst of roaming around
Hear a rustle perhaps in the bushes
And then hear a soft meow kind of sound?
I have, for it’s a place that seems to collect cats
Their eyes round as a beach ball so curious
All colors and sizes and personalities
There’s something about a feline that’s mysterious
Sometimes they live nearby the station
And other times you feel it’s a stray
But they seem to fit right in this scenario
And we wouldn’t have it any other way
Perhaps they’re just passing through
Probably dropped in just to say hi
Then after hanging around for awhile
The folks got attached to this little guy
So keep an eye out as your travel around
And as you visit friends or relations
You may even be lucky enough to spy
A charming cat at a filling station!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem