David Novak - 108 lyrics

Hast dropped thy litter, pregnant Calico, And thou a pup thyself - I see thou art Less full in belly, which before did show Rotund thy load, not nature's plan athwart. So young - the neighbors seeing one depart Its comfort's confines of thy heaving womb, Did say of thee, "She ran off with a start With that old Tom" - I asked who? "Old grey Tom" - Like as to implicate thee as a mom Unfit for child-rearing. They the kitten Did scoop, so they did say, to take to home, They with its weak debility all smitten. Yet "unfit moms" so-called, are often fitter Than high-bred dames like these to have a litter.