The Cat of Ivan Jay

[Mad Cow]

Here’s to the cat, Ivan Jay,

Who does whatever you say;

Kill the cat, Simon Tweed,

Before it births the demon seed.

Don’t you know that cats are bad luck?

Can’t even buy one for less than a buck.

Stripped myself of the umbrella,

To meet a dying Cinderella.

She kept the cat in her attic,

And it went sporadic

When it found out she kicked the can,

And her body came flying out of the van.

Here’s to the cat, Ivan Jay,

Who does whatever you say;

Kill the cat, Simon Tweed,

Before it births the demon seed.

Met Reverend Moral at the grocery store,

Saw he was buying for himself a whore;

Jumped a ship and cracked a whip

So he could see the Doctor for a snip.

They say a cat has nine lives,

But don’t believe those wretched lies,

Because the cat killed ol’ Ivan Jay,

Who had nothing else to say.

Here’s to the cat, Ivan Jay,

Who does whatever you say;

Kill the cat, Simon Tweed,

Before it births the demon seed.

© Mad Cow, 4/6/12, All Rights Reserved

Edited April 7, 2012 by Mad Cow

[Still Waters]

I keep coming back to this, it's catchy!