I’ve been an awful kitty all my life!
I cause mayhem and endless strife!
I hide the cat toys one by one,
Then I lie about on my back in the sun!
I want to taste your dinner, smell the outside!
Go out and drag in something that has died!
When there’s nothing to destroy, then I am sad!
Look out world, I’m a kitty that’s bad!
– to the tune of “Bad” by Kirsty MacColl
by Tom Jones
If I could save stoats in a bucket,
The first thing that I’d go and do
Would be to save up some stoats in a bucket,
And then I would dump them on you!
– to the tune of “Time a Bottle” by Jim Croce
The heap is splintered.
The roots unordered.
The degrees are random!
They don’t increase.
– to the tune of “Cabin Fever” by Clare Fader
The whispering weasel put up his easel
And laid out his painting tray.
“To paint a nice lake is not a mistake”
he thought as he got underway.
Crunch goes my server.
I will not start that process.