1. Our neighborhood's cat is gone, her empty food bowl tells us so
She would get mad if we forgot to feed her on time

2. If we found her lifeless body
We would have buried her, bought her a shroud

3. Then we gathered my friends and they came
Among them a child crying, pleading to us

4. Every sweet old lady's looks
Were but anguish to our house's mice

5. From every bumpy, scratchy hill
Or whiskered mouse they did appeal

6. Quenching our cat's thirst whom I grieved for
She had been a home for Maythaa for an epoch