The sticky buds are starting to swell and open
There was a woman and a man with children very grand,
Who lived a life of ease, I hereby say,
But the woman and the man passed away, shifting sands,
Now their children hardly speak or see each other any day,
What is wrong with them, you ask, have they not yet grasped,
The why and wherefore we are here on earth, the way,
We should offer love and kind and always bear in mind,
We are treading on the soil for but short a stay.
Earth flight is so fleeting
Castleknock Henry, is a cat that is fat,
It’s fatter than fat, a cat that’s so fat,
It cannot get into its home natural way,
Neither door or by window, I tell you, I say.
It enters its home via the roof,
The chimney above the chosen route,
Landing below in a cloud of black soot,
It meows, mama, it have landed, forsooth.
Gazing at it in anger and dismay,
Its mama cried out, you have ruined my day,
Destroyed the hard work I put into this place,
Making it nice my suppers and dates,
I should have listened to Ged; he warned me about you,
Castlekock Henry is one horrible cat,
That’s not an opinion, it’s a simple plain fact,
Sleeping all day and hunting all night,
Killing for fun; such a terrible sight,
What can we do to stop this bad cat,
Short of feeding him Prozac or Valium extract?
When will it end we gasp in despair,
As he saunters away for a night of blood air,
It will end, he meows, when I am too old for this route,
Now leave me alone lest I turn my attention to YOU.