The missing Cat
A human on vacation went
To Italy, to Venice and to Rome.
Three weeks abroad he spent
Before he finally was back at home.
Jim's dog was glad to have Jim back
And vigorously wagged his tail.
Jim then commenced to track
His cat, a Siamese, but no avail.
He asked around the neighborhood;
But absolutely nothing did he learn.
He then gave up his search for good
And hoped for kitty's save return.
Just then he saw the boy next door,
Some six or seven years or so,
Whom Jim had seen just once before.
Jim stopped and talked to little Joe;
Especially Jim wondered why
The boy was digging a large hole.
A lot of work for such a little guy
Who acted like an angry mole.
"What are you doing there, my boy,"
Asked Jim, "why such a mighty hole?"
The boy looked grim and without joy,
And with deep sorrow in his soul.
"It is my goldfish's grave, he died,"
So sweating little Johnny said.
"And it is not too big, it is just right;
My goldfish, it is still inside your cat."