Philip
Sung to the tune of “Vincent” by Don McLean
Smelly, smelly night
Cat piss hung on empty walls
Golden stains on Amber’s room
Reflections of his travels through the house
Dripping on the floor,
And carpets throughout all his trails
Sun drops on his long, thin tail
Like honey from a bee that is so frail
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
As how you suffered for the sake of pee
And how I tried to make you leave
But I should have known you, Philip
That you were doing what was must be
Smelly, smelly night
The ragged smell of cat piss trails
The anger of those other cat smells
And how you tried to hide their unknown scents
The job that you must hold
Of stranger’s brew in a stranger’s home
And their hesitation to smell their own
But you alone possess that only fume
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
As how you suffered for the sake of pee
And how I tried to make you leave
But I should have known you, Philip
That you were doing what was must be
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