The catamount, It does appear, From our fair commonwealth Has disappeared, It's just as gone As gone can be. Just as the state Environment folk, They'll tell you It's extinct in our fair land. As is the Nittany Lion, From its home Of Pennsylvania. They say the only Nittany Lion left Is frozen in perpetual leap Outside the Penn State football field. And as a proof, Her moaning call Is heard no more Throughout the Pennsylvania mounts. We've slain those big cats One and all From the Allegheny To the Blue Ridge. So when a giant cat Stretched herself full out Before our car Just to cross the street At the time of her desire, Not one moment sooner, Nor one moment later, We might have almost hit a ghost But she didn't stick around To tell us who she was. The great cat speaks not, But goes about her business, If she's there, And if she's not, What the heck was that That crossed the road?