Trisket's story

(to the tune of "Boogie-Woogie Bugle Boy")

He wanted to move up in life from where he was at,
No longer be an alley- but an aristo-cat.
He found a girl to take him in,
Then he was locked in a cage he didn't want to be in,
He's in Aurora now, lovin' it every day,
He's the mollycoddled kitty-cat of Lewiston Way.

The other cats on Lewiston did not like him much,
They chased up him and down the hall and under the hutch,
They didn't want him living there,
But mama told them to stop or they had better beware,
He chases them now, they try to get away,
He's the mollycoddled kitty-cat of Lewiston Way.

Yes, he's my mollycoddled kitty-cat of Lewiston Way!