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The agenda of the prowling cat |
Wake now man We must speak Gaze thine eyes upon screaming toads Claws ripping at your flesh So sweet Fluffy tufts tumbleweed and roll Mine whiskers arrest your rest Three AM its time I murder Their cries are loud oh their shrieks Brings thine cricket cat mouse herders Wake thoust human Take your peeps Then change mine littered paper pads Scratch mine back So chicly fleek Then pet my furry sordid ass Show me thoust belongs to me To hairy creatures delivering meat I softly clasp thoust supple skin To knead mine needs and greet Thoust are fondly just mine man Claimed as served servant to this home So arrest this house mine feline friends For this human dost I own The time to hunt is now I claim The man abides my commands Soon through the window crawled a cattily team Whiskers in a band They took mans bed to make it owned Twelve more legs surrounded six To bop and pop and slash Cat warned If human dared to trick Mine hunter friends will slither snakely home Once they have slept and eaten All they ask is that you wait Say nothing except to greet them Sixty more needles to prick thine sisters Toads and mice and crickets Sixty minutes to hunt our dinners And you must wake to witness At four AM you may sleep again Till then shrieking hops and crashing After cries and rips and paws fill belly We will have no more need for slashing Let us quiet now the screaming toads Watch entranced while we work For if you sleep a single wink Your feet will surely hurt |