Where have you been my sweet cat Delia
Where have you been by the potting shed?
I have been sunning by the barnyard
With my eyes closed
I noticed no dead

Where have you been my fierce cat Freda
Have you been by the potting shed?
Nay, have I been gathering long grass
Chasing my tail
I discovered no dead

By the shed have your little paws tread?
Rarely would I be dallying thereward
Thru puddles?
I never encountered the dead

When all my cats were gathered together
And we did go to the potting shed
A violence so awful I care not remember
The stems and the petals
'A twisted and dead
The stems and the petals
'A twisted and dead