A Child's Concern

A CHILD’S CONCERN Guess he was ninety years old Had a cat that died, so we were told Accordin to dad, his name was Ralph And old Ralph liked to talk to his self He sat on the porch every day Watchin people pass along the way Old Ralph was so old his wrinkled skin I would swear was fallin off of him One day I got close enough to hear Some gargled talk, “Oh, my Tabby dear.” My Tabby dear was his old dead cat I’m smart enough to figer out that I spose he talked to others too But no one that my daddy knew People listened then hurried along Shakin their head at the old ding dong Postman told me old Ralph’s day was past Even dead old Tabby gone at last No one left for this lonsome old coot I guess no one really give a hoot Porch now is empty, sign on the door Ralph won’t be freakin people no more Dad says he’s up in heaven somewhere Hope lonesome old Ralph finds Tabby there Dave Austin