The Legend Of Conan

by don - 2005-06-13 ( culture / writing / poetry ) [html version] rebuild

(Irish Traditional)

Once there was a kitten

Conan was his name

He grew to nearly 20 pounds

But a kitten he remained

He grew to be ferocious

Feared throughout the land

Hush, my child and you shall hear

The legend of Conan

A harder working kitten

The world has never seen

He'd guard the yard from front to back

And everywhere between

In the dead of nighttime

Or in the early morn

He'd be out on sentry

With his people safe and warm

Oh God, now You've callen him home

The bravest cat ever known

Thanks a lot for the loan

The neighbor cats would scramble

When he was on patrol

He'd sniff and scratch and sometimes fight

To keep things in control

But now the yard is quiet

Old Conan's laid to rest

He fought the fight that no one wins

But gave his very best

Oh God, well we had him so long

Can't believe that he's gone

Can you help us be strong

Once there was a kitten

Conan was his name

He grew to nearly 20 pounds

But a kitten he remained

He grew to be ferocious

Feared throughout the land

Hush, my child for you have heard

The legend of Conan