OH THOSE CATS
| The black rain fell upon The street in the early dawn At the piles of cats in the street Laying there, at my feet I had an idea in my mind And sat thinking in the rain Cat cookies, cat rolls A cat in all soup bowls Cat tails on house doors Use them to mop the floors Feed the prisoners in jails One cat tail, or a whole pail Cat nose warmers, lots of ear muffs His head, a golf ball with eyes Or use it to swat the flies Dead cat fish in your tank Dead cat money in the bank Dead cat flowers in a vase Stops to give you pause, Doesnt it? by |
