I breathed a song into the air,
It fell on earth I know not where...
And the song from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

Come see the thing that dad has caught
Oh, yuck!. . . Don't even bother,
It is not dead as dad had thought,
And we are minus father.

Griselda gratz kept sixty cats,
She fed them very well
On angel cakes and raisin flakes and acorns in a shell.

Her furry crowd patrolled,meowed
About her tiny house,
Griselda gratz kept sixty cats,
To catch a single mouse.

There's no one mean as mean Maxine,
She smells like old cigars,
her brain is smaller than a bean,
I wish she'd move to mars.

Some day I'll list the things I hate,
And that is where I'll list her,
I'd like pack her in a crate
Too bad Maxine's my sister.