When Oliver raised his paws to beg,
My heart gave in to the world.
There was no chance I could renege;
Resistance was unfurled.
Northwest by south he came to me
And crept into our lives
But not until he climbed a tree
And a plan he could contrive
A way to join two snarling beasts
In a household full of hearts
Where his gentle kiss earned daily feasts
And treats of chicken parts.
His self respect drew instant friends;
The dogs knew who he was.
And Kitty tried but couldn’t oftend,
If challenged, he’d simply pause
He hunted, though, he was no prude
And ate his prey sometimes
And left entrails, but never crude,
He’d never deal in crimes.
On the grass of hearth or tennis deck
He’d ask you with his Aowh!
To rub his droopy belly, his neck
Then hum like a garbage scow.
Oh, Oliver, Oliver! I’m glad you came
To share your life with us.
We’ll miss your plaintive flailing game
Send back your succubus.