We'll begin with box; the plural is boxes;
But the plural of ox is oxen, not oxes,
One fowl is a goose, and two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose is never called meese.
A cat is a special gift from God
just a simple ball of fur
who will let you know he's happy
when he thanks you with his purr
I've often wondered to myself
what causes cats to stray;
are they fleeing from a cruel life
and trying to run away?
Thank you, God, for harvest-time,
For milk, for meat, for fish,
Thank you, God, for all the food,
I find upon my dish.
A loved one dies, a wake is held, and friends all euologize
They try to tell you death can be a blessing in disguise
They say it's probably for the best, that this is their belief
They offer you their sympathy, to try and ease your grief
Friendship, is a special gift that we should always share
with every living creature we encounter everywhere;
and if we give it freely, it need not be repaid.
It gives to us a bounty with the new friends we have made.
The meaning of being special,
is found in a person like you.
A friend who is so thoughtful,
in everything they say and do.
I'm only a cat,
and I stay in my place...
Up there on your chair,
on your bed or your face!
When the roll is called up yonder;
when my earthly life is oe'r; will my soul go straight to hell,
or will I pass through heaven's door?