The Dead Pussy Cat
You's as stiff an' as cold as a stone,
Dey's done frowed out an lef you alone,
I'se a-strokin you fur,
But you don't never purr,
Nor hump up anywhere,
Little cat - Wy is dat?
Is yous purrin' and humpin' up done?
An' wy fer is yous little foot tied,
Did dey pisen yous stummick inside,
Did dey pound you wif bricks,
Or wif big nasty sticks
Or abuse you wif kicks
Tell me dat.
Did they holler whenever you cwied?
Did it hurt so very bad when you died,
Oh! Wy din't you wun off and hide,
I is wet in my eyes,
'cause I most always cwies
Wen a puss cat dies,
Tink of dat,
An' I's awfully solly besides.
Dest lay still down dere in de sof gwoun',
Wile I tucks de gween gwass all awoun',
Dey can't hurt you no more
Wen you's so tired and so sore,
Dest sleep quite, you pore
Wif a pat,
And fordet all de kicks of de town.