The first cat,Ben, was tabby, with great eyes
On Sundays we took him riding in our car
I used to wrap him in a woollen scart
For he was very small and very blyth
Ben grew up so he went out all night
Hunting round the flats for mice or hens
Cat suck eggs and don’t care who or when
They run and hunt until the sun arrives
No doubt they find a mate to play with, as one might
Father kittens, scatter their seed wide
Ben followed me into the road at five
A rushing car hit my dear cat, Ben died
Soon my husband’s father went as well
We could not cry, for dried up was the well
How my heart sings 