Hungry Pete
There was a cat called hungry Pete
And many things he did eat
He ate a bird most every day
And a mole that came his way
He was an alley cat at night
And ate from trashcans in full moon light
Each morning he’d come around again
And we’d again let him back in
He’d usually sleep the morning long
‘til a meal had come along
Then he would make his way
To his dish where food would wait