Pretty Kitty, how precious you are
But I often wish that you lived afar.
You run, you jump, and sometimes attack,
On you I can never turn my back.
You're up on the table just like a flash,
It isn't long until I hear a crash.
You didn't know it was my favorite dish,
So I'll be kind to you and give you some fish.
Thursday, January 2, 2003