That morning I woke
With a bit of shock
Why does Mary into a sob broke?
Is it the infinite phone talk?
What is it, I said
From the dark room of bed
I feared the answer od dead
Stood at the door of my girl in red
With another fit of sob
She said, it's my cat, little bob
He broke his paw and tore its lobe
When he ran, frightened of a handsome mob!