Black Cat - Poem by George Hunter
There was a black cat from St. Ives,
Who thought that he had nine lives.
—He ran in front of a bus
—And it made a big muss,
Now only his soul survives.
He was trying to cross someone's path
And give them bad luck, do the math.
—He believed in cat's reputation
—A very unlikely situation
—And also in magic
—And it was so tragic
That's how he went to the cats' bye and bye
And is now eating catnip in the sky
He catches the same mouse again and anew
—But he can't hurt it
—'Cause it's mouse heaven too.
To him it seems like he's gone to cat's hell
They even made him wear a bell.
So let this be a lesson to all
That your pride always goeth before your fall,
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