And just what is that?
Asleep on the mat
So fluffy and fat
It must be a cat!
With soft flowing fur
A him or a her?
Noisily it purrs
Then quickly it stirs
It stretches its claws
Like sharp tools of war
It crosses the floor
And heads out the door
Soon prowling the grass
This fluffy outcast
But moving quite fast
As bounders walk past
Out hunting for shrews
And mice and rats too
Anything that moves
It gets one or two
