Somebody's Moggy's Clone

  Somebody's moggy who has left this mortal clay,
  Somebody's pussy in a scrap of DNA,
  Someone's favorite furry friend on lifetime number ten
  As a weary feline soul exclaiming "Oh no, not again!"
    Yesterday his grieving owner brought the ashes home,
    Today he's dropping thirty thou for a promised kitty clone
    That's guaranteed to look just like the pet he used to own:
    He's bringing his moggy ba-ack.

  Now, if you loved your pussy, please let him rest in peace.
  Nine lives on Earth is quite enough to earn him his release.
  So do not call him back because you're feeling melancholic--
  If you do, I'm warning you, it could be cat-astrophic.
    Who knows whose soul's inhabiting that tiny furry head?
    You may have brought a grateful feline friend back from the dead
    Or he may have cut a deal, and you've got Fenton there instead!
    He's nobody's moggy, and HE'S BA-A-A-A-ACK!