When I was born my mother didn’t want me
tossed me aside like rotten debris
They tried again, gave it another go
but she had me by the scruff of the neck
swinging me to and fro
They found me a foster mum
I was put in a basket with a cat called Misty
She’d just lost her kitten
but with me she was smitten
She cocooned me in her fur
and sighed a contented purr
as I suckled ‘til wanted no more
From then on we were inseparable
Everyone found us adorable
I was a little ball of fluff
who liked to say ‘woof’
She’d often give me a cuff
but never too rough
they came up with a name for me
what else could it be but Lucky
A house is a place to keep stuff
It becomes a home when filled with love
I’m home