1982 Eric Bogle
Somebody`s Moggy by the side of the road
Somebody`s kitty who forgot his highway code
Someone`s favourite feline who ran clean out of luck
When he ran into the road and tried to argue with a truck
Yesterday he purred and played in his pussy paradise
Decapitating tweety birds and masticating mice
Now he`s just six pounds of raw mincemeat
That don`t smell very nice - >-p
He`s nobody`s Moggy now!
Now, you who love your pussy, be sure to keep him in
Don`t let him argue with a truck, the truck is bound to win
And upon a busy road, don`t let him play or frolic
If you do, I`m warning you, it could be cat-astrophic
If he plays out on the roadway I`m afraid that will be that
There will be one last despairing "meow" and a sort of squelchy `splat`
And your pussy will be slightly dead and very, very flat
He`s nobody`s Moggy - just red and squashed and soggy -
He`s nobody`s Moggy nooow...