A Storm Of Cats (Phideaux)

Where have you been my sweet cat Delia Where have you been by the potting shed? I have been sunning by the barnyard With my eyes closed I noticed no dead Where have you been my fierce cat Freda Have you been by the potting shed? Nay, have I been gathering long grass Chasing my tail I discovered no dead And where were you my sleek cat Celia By the shed have your little paws tread? Rarely would I be dallying thereward Thru puddles? I never encountered the dead When all my cats were gathered together And we did go to the potting shed A violence so awful I care not remember The stems and the petals 'A twisted and dead The stems and the petals 'A twisted and dead