I've got a vegetarian cat.
Don't ask me how, Me-ow! Me-ow God made him one. He's just like that.
Don't ask me how, Me-ow!
When he patrols his bailliwick
The mice come out and chat.
They say: “Silly old Puss, you can't catch us!
You're a Vegetarian Cat!”
He smiles.
He looks them up.
He looks them down.
He takes a bow.
Then he beats out their brains with a rhubarb stick!
Me-ow! Me-ow! Me-ow!
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