THE PURRY GATES

THE PURRY GATES
by Anon

It seems that I’ve reached Heaven,
or its doorstep at any rate,
And been winding round St Peter’s ankles by the Pearly Gates,
I’ve plucked the angels’ harp-strings and made a merry sound,
But it’s plucking at my heartstrings that you are not around.
So I think I’ll sit and wait here,
just outside the door,
And as the souls come floating in,
I’ll tap them with my paw,
And when you seek admittance,
they’ll rename this place –
It will become Purradise,
and these the Purry Gates!