Who's In Charge?
He ran up the telephone pole,
He did not tell us why.
He stayed there all the whole day long
Though, to talk him down, we tried.
He sat there and he meowed all day.
It was a pitiful sight.
We begged and pleaded and offered treats
And cajoled with all our might.
We had all but given up
When our little girl, who was so small
Stood under the telephone pole
And up to her cat she did call.
" Get down here right now !" she yelled
In her most indignant tone of voice
And damned if he didn't jump into her arms
Because, obviously, he had no choice.
She may have been the smallest one
Of the family that this cat had
But she was the one he held in esteem
And he didn't like her mad.
for Miranda and Max
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