Here is a tale of a cat from home Who never bothered when any one called The name that he was given. Or was it he tried to tell us his preference? His name was Uterus. No, Brutus, in fact. The house maid could never pronounce it right We never corrected nor told her his name After we heard her again and again. Poor Brutus, or Uterus, I wonder if he Knew that his name was a tongue twister, for she Spoke a different tongue, and it 'mused us so We'd laugh and laugh our guts right out. Brutus was a lazy cat Who'd sit around doing nothing but Eat and sleep and sleep and eat The dogs eyed him as real treat. Every dog has its day, it's said But what if it's Brutus, then what of that? He got his chance to clear his name Would he jump to it or consider it insane? The cabinet shut, was all a mess The food inside was contaminated A rat had made its way inside And found a lovely place to hide. The plastic jars were chewed into The biscuit packs were eaten through The baby food was a disaster to see The shelf was just so darn oily. We didn't know how to deal with that Should we use a rat trap or a glue pad? To have Brutus catch it, was never thought of Coz he just never moved whenever we'd want. Brutus sat as if he was deaf We called out "Brutus!" , but he paid no heed Then to the rescue she came and said "Oh Uterus, Uterus", and he lifted his head. With one swift move he jumped into The cabinet we opened for him Just wide enough to let him through And before we knew it, he was out again. We darted around, to view him better Brutus was finally a rat catcher. He won his game, between his teeth Our Uterus, that day, achieved his feat. And then it struck me plain and clear Of Brutus he was never sure, But Uterus he loved to be And that's what his name would finally be.