A Kitten Complains!
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble,
how those geese and ganders squabble!
Cluck, cluck, quack, quack, quack,
ducks and chickens answer back.
Woof, woof, bark, bark, bark,
puppies romp around and lark.
Moo go the cows, and bull goes moo,
oh what a hull-a-ba, hull-aba-loo.
The horse cries neigh and the sheep goes baa-a-a,
squeak goes the trailer on the farmers car.
the piglets are squealing, grunt, grunt goes the sow.
“miaow,” wails black pussy,
“miaow,” what a row,
there’s such a commotion, how can a cat sleep?
With the noise of the dogs and the cows and the sheep
and the hens and the ducks
and the ganders and geese.
And the squeak of the trailer that’s needing some grease,
with the moo of the bull and the neigh of the horse
and the shrieking of the piglets to make matters worse.
But – it’s no use complaining, for nobody hears,
so I’ll hide in the loft and stuff hay in my ears.
Up there, warm and cosy in my coat of fur,
I’ll practise my solo, “miaow, purr, purr, purr.”
