There lived a white cat and Alvin was his name
He lived in a big, old house with history and fame
The people in the house treated Alvin like a child
There he spent a splendid life so gentle and mild
Alvin was so lanky in his physique if you ask
He was lazy as a pig and loved so much to bask
Hunting wasn’t his thing and for cat food, he did beg
If cat food wasn’t there he drank a beaten egg
Alvin loved to roam like any young tomcat did
He roamed the streets all night far from where he lived
He did not heed a word his owners ever said
And did as he wished and lived with a swollen head
Alvin was not brave; he feared every living thing
A bird, a squirrel, a mouse, a bumblebee that sting
He loved to sleep for hours, curled like a ball
This sleep would go undisturbed until someone called
Alvin had a girl who lived across the street
He often wandered there to meet her and greet
He always spied on her seated on the tiled roof
Wearing his collar and bell under the midnight moon
Alvin’s carefree life went on like this for a while
Eating, sleeping, roaming, his way, his style
One night out of the blue, he went out in the rain
And disappeared in the darkness never to be seen again
The owners mourned so much ‘cos Alvin was their pet
They searched everywhere to no avail I bet
Years have passed since poor Alvin was gone
But his loving memory will live on and on