Poem By George Hunter
Pussy cat, pussy cat, why do you sing?
‘Cause I've been to London to visit the King.
Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you hence?
I frightened a bulldog over the fence.
And to tell the truth, I think I'll go
To Paris to dine on some escargot.
Then to Rome I'll take a trip
To eat some fresh Italian cat nip.
Maybe to Russia to slurp some borsch
Made from beets and the hooves of a Cossack horse.
Then I'll try not to be an American menace
And take a gondola ride on the canals of Venice.
I think next I'll take my vacation
And go and visit that Indian nation.
Those sexy statues can't be beat
When it comes to putting a cat in heat.
But enough of that, before my feet get gluey,
Off to China for some pork chop suey.
But they didn't serve it there, it's an American dish,
So I settled for a plate of Hong Kong fish.
Then a quick stop in old-world Turkey
And on to my home in Albuquerque.
Off to Texas for a big bowl of chilies
Not too hot or I'll get the willies.
Now that I'm back from over the sea,
I'll visit my Tom in old D.C.
It's Easter, I've been a long time gone
So let's roll some eggs on the White House lawn.
That pussy cat sure likes to roam,
But she's happy now that she's at home.