We
have a naughty bad cat and his name is Mr. Gray
He's
smug and sly and exasperating, an insidious frolicking spoof
The
other cats don't like him, he disesteems their social standing
If
you tell him no no, he'll spit at your misunderstanding
He
likes to roam his little earth, and leave his scent around
Marks
his path dogmatically, with smells that quite astound
Other
cats are puzzled by his offers of audacity
And
dogs that happen on his trail just lift their leg and yawn
He
doesn't believe in science, thinks gravity's a farce
Ascends
the doorposts in his realm with total disregard
And
when he's stuck and can't get down he blames it on his bros
It
leaves the world watching lost in stitches and in throws
We
have a vagrant emissary and his name brings us to shame
He's
smug and sly and exasperating, an insidious frolicking spoof
Our
household doesn't like him, he scorns our honoured place
We're
going to tell him no no, and spit right in his face
When
he's drubbed we'll take no slack he better pack
Or
fate will paint a white stripe down his back
And
if another stray cat comes our way with intentions of dismay
We'll
fill that smelly litter box with water come what may
Beats
throwing rocks, don't it?
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