we got cats down below
on the ship
headed for Antioch
Moses grew a new beard
and people are praying
apostle Paul will be there
waiting for the cats
worshipped like kings
of Egypt
the cats are loved
worth their weight in gold
with frosty paws
wet paws
aboard a rotting ship
of wood and old glue
nobody ever stays long
on Antioch island
better off at Crete
so Paul gets them ready
cats with fevers
cats with chills
cats with pneumonia
seeking a Great Veterinarian
of Antioch
we got cats down below
on the ship
headed for Antioch
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