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A Cat Named Joe

There's a cat named Joe and you wouldn't want to know
But he thinks he'd like to be a Hippopotamus
And it sounds very strange, and he really wants to change
And in that way he's just like a lot of us

Oh, it wouldn't be so bad if he was certified as mad
But he's not... he holds a normal conversation
It's just that within he's in a different kind of skin
And it causes him a lot of botheration

An identity crisis in a bloke like that
Has got to get a high consideration
At times we're all like that, the hippo and the cat
And it can make for very strange conversation

You see, Joe can't swim... it's just not natural to him
He gets his fur wet and whiskers out of shape
And a hippo feels a dud unless he's wallowing in mud
With his big toothy mouth all agape

But you look into Joe's eyes and know he loves the shape and size
Of his big, round cousin in the water
So he sits by the river with his heart all a-quiver
Wanting what he really shouldn't oughta

An identity crisis in a bloke like that
Has got to get a high consideration
At times we're all like that, the hippo and the cat
I guess we'd sometimes like to change our situation.

Poetry by muriel
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Written on 2009-05-27 at 02:58