THE BALLAD
THERE was a cat and named Dolores,
And she had many worries.
They made her ill. They made her thin.
Her stomach was all tumbled in.
“Oh, grief! Oh, dear' Who does not wail!
Dolores had a beautiful tail
It was black and partly yellow.
She was so fair and good a fellow.
“ I don't mean she was ever fat,
I mean she was a woman cat
Now, there was a hen too. Oh Shame!
Now Georgiana was her name
“ Now, to be proud she had a right.
Her eyes they were very bright,
And all her toes she had but one,
Although some of her tail feathers were gone.
“Hark! The sea is full of awful posts
Which make a person think of ghosts.
Hark! The hurricane so fierce does blow.
She is gone off the ship Woe!
“ Dolores did not wait to purr.
'Farewell,' she cried. 'I go to her.'
The foam it slithered through her claws,
She was drowned in Friendship's Cause.
“ My precious darling! Oh, my pet!
You both so hated to get wet.
Now you're as wet inside as a water pail,
It makes me sick I die, I faint, I fail.
Now, sharks and whales, you are so big,
If you should eat them, you're a pig,
Now, little fish, make friends with them please,
With Georgiana and Dolores.”