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 p**y 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 p**y, 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 p**y 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...