To Crazy Christian

There was a cat named Crazy Christian

Who never lived long enough to screw

He was gay hearted, young and handsome

And all the secrets of life he knew

He would always arrive on time for breakfast

Scamper on your feet and chase the ball

He was faster than any polo pony

He never worried a minute at all

His tail was a plume that scampered with him

He was black as night and as fast as light.

So the bad cats killed him in the fall.