9 October 2012
It wears a witch's hat It looked above The skies with doves And smiled with mischieve as he sat
This cat was very black Everything except his back So the villagers feared And did nothing but leer They kept their distance away from his track
The cat was never really sad He was quite pleased with this fad It runs around To never be found You've gotta admit he was a tad bit bad
Cat • Opuss № I