HE'S NOBODY'S MOGGY NOW
As recorded by Eric Bogle on "Scraps of Paper" (1983)

Somebody's moggy by the side of the road,
Somebody's pussy who forgot his Highway Code,
Someone's fav'rite feline who ran clean out of luck
When he ran onto the road and tried to argue with a truck:
Yesterday he purred and played in his pussy paradise,
Decapitating tweety-birds and masticating mice.
Now he's just six pounds of raw minced meat that don't smell very nice.
He's nobody's moggy now.

All you who love your pussy, be sure to keep him in.
Don't let him argue with a truck; the truck is bound to win.
And up on the busy road, don't let him play or frolic,
If you do, I'm warning you, it could be catastrophic.
If he tries to play on the roadway, I'm afraid that will be that.
There will be one last despairing meow and a sort of squelchy splat
And your pussy will be slightly dead and very, very flat.
He's nobody's moggy, just red and squashed and soggy,
He's nobody's moggy now.

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Nynia.

This song got into DT under the title "Nobody's Moggy" -- an unfortunate mistake.