Since Fender was sequestered to the upstairs room of a NYC duplex due to
felines on the first floor, I would sing the following to him:
 
(To the tune of "Davy Crockett")
 
Fender,
Fender Ferret,
King of the wild upstairs.
 
Tracey
(In memory of Fender and Steinway)
[Posted in FML issue 1683]