Here's Alison: The Master Of All
When the cat's got to go he lets everyone know, as Alison Ross's poem reveals.
What is he doing?
What is he saying?
The Cat’s at the door
Meowing and wailing
He’s pushing and thumping
And crashing like a ram
Meowing and wailing
As loud as he can
I look at the clock
It’s ten past the hour
I have to get up
But I’d sooner cower
Under the blanketsDreaming my dreams
But he wants to go out
Good lord how he screams!
He won’t use his litter box
He’s busting to pee
“Get up Lazy So and So”
He’s screaming at me!
So goodbye cozy bed
I finally give in
And head for the back door
Just to stop all his din
While he leads the way
With his tail in the air
And I shiver with cold
It doesn’t seem fair
He won’t use his litter box
Sweet smelling and clean
Unless we’re out for the day
And cannot be seen
It sits there unused
While we jump to his call
It’s plain that he is
The Master of All!
