Oh, Alfred, my beloved, do not go Do not leave, but warmth to me bestow, Lie beside me in my bed all night Succour me when stormy dreams affright. Oh , Alfred, tis your eyes that turn me on The green and golden light is never gone. Affection constant, touch and feeling shared. I am not embarrassed when you stare. For you , the gallant male, have ever seen My naked form well lit by Jove’s sunbeams And if I wear a gown of winceyette You love it ,as it’s made for paws of cat. Alfred ,we can’t marry yet I fear. Cats can’t read the Book of Common Prayer.