Socrates the Siamese

Socrates the Siamese, born in the land of Siam,
Smart for a cat I suppose that, he is much smarter than I am.
When he was a kitten he was grief stricken, when he fell into the toilet,
With a few dry towels and some kitty cat growls, I managed to spoil it.

The cat was always there; always ready to share, when I was having my dinner,
He was getting fatter; I wondered what was the matter, cause I was getting thinner.
Socrates didn’t have any fleas, cause he could out run them all,
They didn’t have a chance when he took his stance; it was like playing dodge ball.

One day a mouse got into the house, ran right up to kitten’s bed,
Soc jumped up, landed four paws in a cup, and a saucer over his head.
He froze for just a minute; the cup had something in it, molasses up to his knees,
With his paws stuck together, he couldn’t run to and hither, so he couldn’t out run those fleas.

Well the mouse got away and needless to say, the cat was very glad,
While in this situation the fleas went on vacation, this made him very mad.
Cause when fleas take a trip, they nearly always slip, into something warm and furry,
Now old soc is in the kitchen, scratchin pawin and lickin, and he’s not one bit in a hurry.

But not to worry ole Socrates’ with molasses all the up to the knees,
You almost drowned, a scary mouse came around, and you’re covered up with fleas.
Just a bad day but you know what they say, as with a cat’s life you’ve cleft,
The fleas will go away and you will grow up some day, cause you’ve got eight good lives left.