Here’s a kitten with suspicion
That there’s been some key omission
Of some info that she’s wishin’
She could find the means of fishin’
But she’s got no inhibition
And she don’t need no permission
So she’s making it her mission
To glare you into submission
Until you break down with contrition
And you make a full admission
There is a clique that’s oh, so chic
Forever fine in fashion
Always alert to dish the dirt
On mud piles where they’re splashin’
Each rainy day they come to play
You’ll never hold them back
They paint the town not red, but brown
The well renowned Mud Pack
Of Tongue-out Tuesday I am queen
Cutest thtar you’ve ever theen
When I thwinkle in the thky
Thousands of thitizens do I thpy
All are loved by thith thmall thtar
Except weirdos (you know who you are)
Tho thilly, Andrew Y.
I’ve got lots of stuffed toys, but there’s one I love best
And I’ll love it forever, you can keep all the rest
You can grab my giraffe, you can bogart my bear
Zoom off with my zebra, I really don’t care
Abduct my anteater, embezzle my ewe
Kidnap my koala, but whatever you do
Don’t come near my favorite or I’ll flip my wig
Keep your paws off my pink perfectly precious plush pig
via Andrew Y.