There is a large tabby
that sits on the dock,
his coat may be shabby
but he’s tough as a rock.
Through wind and high water
he patrols the boats,
the loyal Malawter
of Harbor Caloats.
When the long day was over and the sailors all slept
he would leave his warm fish net and quietly crept
through each of the boats, for rodents he leapt.
However, those long days are so far behind him
now he just lies there with rats to remind him
curled up in his fish net is where you can find him
He was there when Titanic
set sail to the sea.
The great big mechanic
fish, with such a large fee.
All the captains and sailors
would delay their trip
when Malawter his indoors
and not leave his ship.
Old loyal Malawter has a storm sense you see,
when the big one was coming you know he would flee.
Which is a good thing to have, if you do ask me.
So many a ship was saved from a storm.
In his fish net Malawter would stay safe and warm
until he heard something far out of the norm.
Malawter’s a boat cat.
He loves that salt smell,
but now he’s the dock mat
for his health it has fell.
He lies in his fish net
with saucers of cream.
Now just a boat pet
of boats he does dream.
