'68: A Cat Called Dionysus

We had a cat called Dionysus
Everyday another crisis
I used to keep him in my box
Where I kept my toys and blocks
He hated me
But I loved him
Whenever Dionysus saw me
He would arch his back and hiss and claw me
As soon as he could, he got loose
Across the roofs of Syracuse
Away from me
But I loved him
Meows
I kept him in the little chest
Where I was keeping all the rest
He hated me
Cause I loved him