Pa
had a cat he didn’t want no more,
An’ ma he didn’t want it much as pa;
It had the roomertiz an’ catarrh,
Besides
‘twuz lame an’ both its eyes wuz sore,
An’
wuz a perfec’ noosance round the door.
Pa
swore he’d drown it, an’ he got a sack,
An’ put a rock inside to weight it down,
Then he put in the cat – ‘twuz big an’
black
An’
fired it in the Crick to let him drown,
Then
turned an’ run must all the distunce back.
Alas!
When he got back the cat wuz there,
Pa
swore an’ tore his scant supply of hair.
“Next
time I drown an’ ol’ Tom cat by jing,”
Says
he, “I’m goin’ to shoot the god-rammed thing!”
July
24, 1911
catarrh
–
a condition in which the nose and air passages become filled with mucus
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