Trying to find a poem about a body in a bag(about a cat)

[bungendore bard]

I have a request was asked by a friend about a poem that was recited to her
as a child the body in the bag , the body being a cat if anyone has any info re
this 

[freckels]

Would this be it.  I did a google search and found this on a forum called "Find Poetry".  It was in answer to a question very similar to yours.

Body in the Bag
(Charles O'Hegarty)

Our old cat died last night
Me wife says to bury it out of sight
But we didn't have a garden;
We was livin' in a flat
So what was I to do with the body of a cat,
Then a big brown paper bag I spied
I put our old dead kittycat inside.
And now I'm off down the street with the body in the bag,
The body in the bag, ta ra ra.

I went off down the street to have a whisky neat
And carefully laid my dead cat underneath my seat.
Then I got down on my hands and knees;
Went halfway through the town,
When the barman stops me,
``Here's your parcel Mr. Brown,''
So I had to thank the silly fool
And give him half a crown
For bringing me the body in the bag.

I threw it in the river but the hero of a play,
Well he jumped right in after,
Shouting, ``Hip hip hip, hooray!''
Then he crawled out on the bank
And he stood there in a pool.
He said, ``I'm really rather wet
And also rather cool.''
So I had to take me trousers off
And give 'em to the fool
For bringing me the body in the bag.

Well, I crept off down the street as quiet as a mouse
An' carefully laid me burden on
The doorstep of a house,
When the door it was flung open
And a lady dressed in blue
said, ``Pardonnez-moi monsieur,
But do you want a room?''
I said, ``Good heavens no, an' I've got
Something else to do!''
And skeddaddled with the body in the bag.

I crept into a garden, feeling very brave,
And with a pick and shovel I commenced to dig a grave,
But I got an awful shock when a voice behind me said,
``You're digging my potatoes!''
Oh, you could've shot me dead.
But there I was a-diggin' in his cauliflower bed
So I hit him with the body in the bag.

All at once from in the bag
There came a plaintive meow
Say Puss, ``I'm dead no longer,
You needn't bother now.
You've often heard it said
That a cat has got nine lives,
Well, I'm a married Tabby,
One of Tommy's wives
And our families they usually come
In threes, and fours, and fives...''
But there were seven little bodies in the bag!

note: see CATBACK
sung by Jean Redpath
BR