THE
STRAY
Monday he said that a crumb
would do
Tuesday he asked me to make it two
Wednesday he said he'd prefer to have fish
And not on a paper - he'd rather a dish!
On Thursday he said it was cold out there
So what about letting him sleep on a chair
By Friday he'd made it perfectly clear
That lucky old he was going to live HERE
On Saturday night he took half my bed
And woke me up early to get himself fed
Today we'll have chicken because it is Sunday
I wonder what he'd enjoy eating on Monday
Author Unknown
