This is the tale of a kitten

Oliver was his name

Just like another orphan

Whom Dickens had written to fame

His mother was Zelda the barn cat

She was but a kitten herself

Not a great mother, no doubt that

She gave birth to her brood on a shelf

We think she was killed two days later

She's never been seen again

Found poor little Oliver hungry

And in desperate need of a fren

We had some milk replacer

We didn't want him to die

But sometimes life is cruel it seems

no matter what you try

He made it to nearly three weeks

He barely had oppened his eye

I cried like a baby the other day

I too shall someday die

So now out there in the garden

'neath carved log there is a grave

And I know how I'd want to be burried

Like the kitten I had tried to save

But I'm hoping my eyes will be open

I'll find out if my theories are sound

Let my soul carry lessons I've learned here

Let my meat rot back into the ground