I shame.

War Damage

I had an old cat and I loved him, Though really he wasn’t much use.

Ihe one thing he really excelled at Was cats like himself to produce. rhough sometimes the colour was different, , The head and the tail were the same— ?or the head, well, it always was hungry, ; And the other end, well it’s a

I shame.

mothered this cat through the ages, I fed him on tit-bits and such.

' liked him, but if he’d departed I wouldn’t have cared very much. ioon three hundred cats roamed the jungle, And there’d only been one there before, yhen a lively young Government ) agent Contacted me after the War. hadn’t seen much of the fighting— I’d kept myself well out of range— -0 when he said each cat’s worth ten bob, 1 thought the idea mighty strange.

But I started in then to cut notches For the cats that my old cat had sired. y the time I had finished the task— well, I had three accomplices hired. ve retired my old cat on a pension, He sleeps in a box full of straw, nd before we pass on to beyond, well, We’re hoping for just one more war!

Milne Bay Peasant.

ipua.