The ginger tom that adopted us
With constant pestering and making a fuss
He was a stray and living rough.
But with his present of a mouse
We happily took him in our house.
He had roamed for years
No-one had taken him for a pet
No one had loved him and called him theirs
But then came the day he saw the vet.
A snip here, a snip there, injections, tablets
They even shaved his fur.
When Ted's at home, he won't stray
It's the best of everything and three meals a day.
Where shall I sleep, where shall I go
The chair, the couch, the basket, the bed.
Ted is happy and content
No worries how to pay the rent.
Now it's me that has to beg
Teddy's vet charges an arm and a leg. By Anold Harrison
Manchester Road West
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