The Black Charred Door

The kitty is crying By the door she frets For her lover is gone To the war she dreads She waits and waits, Day in, day out Screeching in pain No end in sight, Oh drats! The sky is waiting To be blue again For the fire In the clouds And the tumbling rain, O Lord I wish she would be clear once more So the children can escape from The black charred door Kitty, I will your tongue remove For your suffering is tiresome And your paws unclooved Your master returns not, Not from the war And your children Shall not escape, never, From the black charred door And thy shall perish Kitty Perish, Perish Thy shalt not escape From the black charred door