Hungry Pete

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