Ode to Misha

I had an old cat, and his name was Misha.
Bet your life he was a good cat too.
Misha chased a squirel up a hollow limb.
Squirel won, got the best of him.
Bye-bye Misha,You good cat, you.
Bye-bye Misha, You good cat, you.
Misha he died, and he died so hard
He shook the ground in my backyard
(if we had found his body)We'd have lowered him down with a golden chain
Every link we’d call his name
Bye-bye Misha,
You good cat, you.
Bye-bye Misha,
You good cat, you.

My old Misha was a good old tom,
You could hear him meow for miles around.
When I get to heaven, first thing I’ll do
I’ll grab my bell and call Misha too.
Bye-bye Misha
You good cat, you
Bye-bye Misha
You good cat, you
Bye-bye Misha
You good cat, you
Bye-bye Misha
You good cat, you
Bye-bye Misha.