No more Herbie – in memoriam

No more sitting on the bin No more drumming to get in No more clawing at the door No more letting out a snore No more patting at your flap No more saying it’s a trap No more hanging upside down No more acting like a clown

No more climbing up the trees No more pinching bits of cheese No more denying the kill No more spitting out your pill No more fleeing from the crime No more cov’ring up each time No more melon for your tea No more running wild and free

No more scrounging what we eat No more getting under our feet No more prodding with your paw No more begging us for more No more refusing your food No more dropping bits you‘ve chewed No more demanding for thirds No more catching the poor birds

No more drinking from the can No more sniffing under a van No more trying not to sneeze No more finding where to squeeze No more chasing paper balls No more making loud cat calls No more calm, contented purr No more shedding all your fur

No more hiding in a box No more sitting near the fox No more posing for’a snapshot No more amusing us a lot No more sulking in disgrace No more washing clean your face No more leg stuck in the air No more licking you know where

No more dozing on Phil’s place No more hogging all the space No more lying on our bed No more sleeping on my head No more waking me at night No more claiming it’s your right No more leading to your bowl No more greediness your goal

No more squashing my mange tout No more watching Phil at the loo No more walking in the bath No more sprawling on the path No more head there at a window No more seeing you below No more teasing next door’s dog No more playing our cute mog

No more rolling in the dirt No more your hairs on my skirt No more acting so grumpy No more being so jumpy No more basking in the sun No more days of having fun No more going to the vet No more time as our dear pet