CAT

“Farewell, farewell” how nice is that
A third one leaves the harmony flat
Farewell, farewell, farewell”
What’s more, it seems just like a cat

The fellow’s head is mighty large
In his pocket a novel of Sartre’s
Looking neither left or right
Perhaps for heaven he departs

Ataol abhors it when it rains
Don’t ask the time, he’s scared to tell
Every time I sit down for a raki
Here comes the third “farewell”