HAS ANYBODY SEEN OUR CAT ?
(T.W. Conner / James T. Powers,   1899)


I'm upset now let me tell you why, 
Our old cat sneaked away, upon the sly 
My old Ma declares it is a sign that bad luck's coming, 
and two to one it's mine! 
I've been wond'ring who I am to blame for sneaking the bacon 
and the brawn and the can of milk and beef steak pie, 
When they're missing on a Sunday morn!

Every night, as soon as we're in bed, 
All his old pals gather overhead; 
Gently calling for him to come out 
and play a game of leapfrog 'round the gutter of the spout. 
In despair, I went to the police, 
They told me not to feel so blue, 
He might turn up in a penny mince pie or 
With his wife, in a day or two!

Has anybody seen our cat? 
Has anybody seen our cat? 
He's got a bit o'black on the end of his tail 
and the skin all off where he's been fighting. 
Last Sunday morning we miss'd him from the mat: 
- Puss, puss, puss, puss, meat, meat, meat! 
Has anybody seen our cat?