My dear little ocelot, why so many spots?
Do they represent a soul which rots
Of aches and pains of bruises and scars
That is considered different in a world of jaguars
And lions and tigers that act so conceited
As you are left alone feeling hopeless and cheated?
My sweet little ocelot, why so fast?
Are you trying to make the moment last?
Is it because you know that a time is near
Where no one even cares to hear
Your cries for help, your might roar
Your wishes for others to really adore
And accept you, dear ocelot, now I see
The neglected hopes and dreams of thee.
Ocelot, oh ocelot, why so small?
Is it because you are able to crawl?
Through nooks and crannies where others cannot reach
To end up in a place where the sun will bleach
Your eyes and fur as you sit and wait
For the skies above to open their gate?