Sing,fancy it all goes to show.

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My cat went a roaming to find a new home.
Sing kitty,sing katty,sing Oh!
This cat was so clever he had his own comb.
Look up,now look down,stone the crows!

He went into the neighbours’ and drank all their milk.
Sing,fridge raiding kitties.No,No!
Then he laid himself down on a piece of fine silk.
Sing,what the dickens,my lovely pillow!

He went to the butcher and ate all the steak.
Sing greedy,he’s ruined my flow.
Then he went to the hairdresser for a shampoo.
Where else can a puttitat go?

He had got no money,no cards and no cheques…
Sing,cheater,sing creature,sing woe.
She sent for a Copper who paid the cat’s bill.
And so my puss came out all aglow.

Now my cat was glossy and plump and refreshed.
Sing:fancy,it all goes to show.
So he came home and said then ” this place is best.”
And he picked up his cello and bow.

He scraped some Sibelius and a sonata of Grieg.
Sing: Northern lights can always glow.
But,he looked so self satisfied,I felt annoyed….
One should not let one’s narcissism show.

But he is so handsome,I’m glad he came home.
Sing,grateful,sing katefull,sing Ho!
And I hope he will never again want to roam.
Sing glory.sing story;Sing So.

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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