Oh, my sweet dear darling child,
Never could my imagination be so wild,
As to think heaven could bless me,
With a child quite so lovely as thee.
What wonderful thing did I do or say,
To have you as a gift for Mother’s Day,
And as I look at her and all her charms,
I long to hold her in my arms.
Her face so sweet, so little and cute,
But all she says is “I have to toot,”
And then produces an odor so foul,
All I can say is “That’s my gal!”
Happy 7th To My Sweet Anjeli-cat!