Somebody's pussy who forgot his highway code
      Someone's favorite feline who ran clean out of luck
      When he ran on to 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 mincemeat 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 upon 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