O sure am I when I come to die
And through death's portals go,
Those cats and dogs and little white mice
And birds I used to know
Shall all come rushing to welcome me,
Their friend of long ago.
* * *
And the cats will purr "We've missed you, sir",
And we know you've missed us too."
And the dogs will bark "Good morning, friend,
We've waited long for you."
And the little white mice will squeak with joy,
And the birds will chirp and coo.
* * *
And happen what may on Judgement Day,
I shall not affrighted be
If the cats and dogs and weak dumb things
That on earth were dear to see,
Shall receive from God the gift of speech
For I know they'll plead for me.