No more shall her beauteous form
Be seen in the raging storm.
No more shall her wondrous tail
Dodge the quickly dropping hail.

She lived a quiet harmless life
In Hartford far from madding strife;
Nor waged no War on peaceful rat
Nor battled with wild fierce tomcat.

No, No, my beloved, dear 'cause dead
What though thy coat was a brick dust red?
Like a good author, thou wast a trusty friend
And thy tail, like his, red to the very end.