"The Naughty Cat"
Copyright©1997, Michael S. Robinson
You ate that bird, you naughty cat; Its fragile life is ended.
And who was there to hear its cries and see it was defended?
That little bird will leave a hollow aching in my heart,
for 'twas his song that bid me wake at daybreak's radiant start.
"That birdy," sharply snarled the cat, "was worthless for a song;
It never hit the proper notes, and sang the lyrics wrong!
And, though it's gone, I'm starving still. (My stomach's feeling hollow.)
You couldn't call that bird a meal, for it was just one Swallow!"