The cat that kills for pleasure
does not worry, curse or weep.
He tells his fawning \'master\'
It\'s just the company I keep.
The crow that pecks the lambs eyes
never loses any sleep.
He tells the grim faced farmer,
It\'s just the company I keep.
The fox that raids the hen coop,
he slumbers long and deep.
He tells the mounted huntsman,
It\'s just the company I keep.
The flea that feeds on blue blood,
is as happy with the cheap.
He finds another warm bed.
Any company he\'ll keep.