The old man rang the bell and
the entire village filed in,
all of us except the butcher.
He couldn't hear a think.

The old man's wife would bring
the butcher summaries of the
services, in exchange for
a week's worth of kittens.

The butcher couldn't read,
so he lined the coops in
the henhouse out back with
the words of God.

The old man's wife brings
me eggs, toast and tea every
Tuesday. She always tells me how
much a kitten would cheer me up.