Sing a great song in my ear lobes

Black cats matter, and I thought mine was splattered.

Outside I went, my emotions totally spent.

Because she usually slept on my pillow, and the night before it was sallow.

Turmoil wrecked my brain, and I thought I was going insane.

I took a towel out with dread in my heart, to scoop her up, that's what I thought.

I felt for sure, she was run over by a truck, my mind stricken with muck.

Two nights before, I had had a dream.

That she had left me, and to me it did seem.

Weird thing was, I was stuck on a train.

And the wheels were being being fiddled with by a baby black bear.

I was sure it was true, I was having a nightmare.

I don't know why, but I was convinced she was dead.

I prayed to God, and this is what I said.

Spare my cat, and I will suffer my lot.

I'll willing get cancer, and I'll tell you what.

My cat came home, and I'm no longer alone.

and although I panicked, I'm happy to get what I've got.