Lenny! What a gorgeous boy!
Ginger and soft and smart
A playful cat, a loving cat
Reb’s soulmate, the essence of her heart.
Lenny loved to chase crumpled paper
He would bat it and Pat it And roll it forward
He would roll on his back and hug it
Lenny was never bored.
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I've finally caught up with the cat
which has been terrorising my chicken coop.
That little black witch of a cat-
lays motionless in the sack in which I have it bound.
I'm watching it like God,
My eyes are every where
Counting the number of fallen chicks
all the pieces of drumsticks layn to waste.
I shall boil the cat in hot cooking oil and then leave it for the vultures to finish off.
No, that would be much too expensive.
......
Cozy, snuggly, curled up tight
People think I'm sleeping, but that is far from being right,
With one eye open, the other tightly shut
I plough the very trade refined by every cat.
Quiet adoration amongst the whispered sighs
For this wonderful creation, nature's wily prize.
And all the while I'm lounging, perched upon my throne
Surveying my domain from this place I call home.
I'm fed and duly watered, patted when I wish,
My life a constant slumber, something I call Bliss,
......
There once was a cat
Who'd eaten all the rats
An' spender all the best
on life, to how to kill those rats
Ohh...
Rats killed oh rats killed
Oh my little little hat spilled
Ohh...
Rats killed oh rats killed
Oh my little little hat spilled
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Will the sun always shine...
Even on a rainy day...
Will there always be sunlight...
So the kids come out to play...
Will the birds always sing...
So their music fills the air...
Will you always love me...
Will you always care...
......
There once was a cat
Who'd eaten all the rats
An' spender all the best
on life, to how to kill those rats
Ohh...
Rats killed oh rats killed
Oh my little little hat spilled
Ohh...
Rats killed oh rats killed
Oh my little little hat spilled
......
Lenny! What a gorgeous boy!
Ginger and soft and smart
A playful cat, a loving cat
Reb’s soulmate, the essence of her heart.
Lenny loved to chase crumpled paper
He would bat it and Pat it And roll it forward
He would roll on his back and hug it
Lenny was never bored.
......
There was an old woman, who lived in town,
She had seven cats, all of whom wore frowns,
When crimson butterflies left, each sundown,
Off to their sweet dreams in the thistledown.
Much more fun to run in sun and green grass,
Than going to bed, with pearl moon, at last;
But, in puss dreams, butterflies made a splash,
They were all colors flying, while cats dashed!
Cozy, snuggly, curled up tight
People think I'm sleeping, but that is far from being right,
With one eye open, the other tightly shut
I plough the very trade refined by every cat.
Quiet adoration amongst the whispered sighs
For this wonderful creation, nature's wily prize.
And all the while I'm lounging, perched upon my throne
Surveying my domain from this place I call home.
I'm fed and duly watered, patted when I wish,
My life a constant slumber, something I call Bliss,
......
Three precocious pussies...
Engaged in a séance one stormy night...
Upon hearing some loud angry hisses...
They scampering off in scaredy-cat fright...
Connecting with their many lost lives...
In what became a ouija obsession...
These three precocious little tabbies...
Fell into a demonic possession...
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