A young lad with a cup of tea,
and rosemary in his ear,
set off to fight eight cats,
of which he had no fear.
A passing fox, thyme his name,
sitting on a herd of eggs,
proceeded to confer with the lad,
how to tap with the legs.
Thyme! the lad yelled, are you a cat?
or a snivelling mongoose? or rat?
couldn’t be you for you behold,
a cherishable top hat!
If I were you the fox replied,
I’d quick put some rosemary up the snout.
And with splendid gait, the two paupers marched,
with their lips held on a pout.
Everybody wants to be a cat!
Because a cat’s the only cat., who knows where he’s at…
Hey, this ain’t no limerick! I want my money back!
AcK!.. But I’ve SPENT IT!!!
Could I offer some old coconuts instead?