Saved By a Bandit
You call me Bandit ‘cause I rummage through trash cans
Searching for leftovers with my five-fingered hands
Mama Coon, believe me, I wasn’t expectin’
To sort through the rubble and find this sweet kitten
She was tired, hungry; I shared my bounty with her
She licked my face and fell into a deep slumber
Can I keep her, Mama Coon? She doesn’t eat much
And she purrs in response to any loving touch
Yes, I know that she is not really one of us
It seems she was abandoned; please don’t make a fuss
Remember the pig “Babe” who was raised by a dog
She was loved and never realized she was a hog
She can sleep in my bed, cuddle with me at night
To send her back out alone just doesn’t seem right
See how comfortably she fits into my hands
And she’s far safer here than in the hands of man
You know how hunters pursue us just for our fur
I’ve grown attached and want a better life for her
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