Grandma's Cat
She'll run round when she is crazy
She'll sigh and cry just like a lady
If she get up to where she cant jump down
She'll chew her furs clean as collar
She'll rub her eyes green as dollar
And her cold feet like that of sea-camel
Sometimes I'd kick her with mine fists,
Grandma spoil her with much food treats
Allowing her to sleep hours like she need no help.
Her paws like needles in orange tree
And she'll pin me up and she'll wake me
We'll lick our ice-cream and the donuts
But Grandma's cat went away from home
I sought her from here down to rome
We never saw her till the world ended.
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