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Monday, December 19, 2011

Catmouse Carols

MUS' B SANTA CLAWS
Who wers  a hat wif a catnip toy?
Santa wers a hat wif a catnip toy!
Who laffs dis way: "MEOW, BOY!"
Santa laffs dis way "MEOW, BOY!"
Catnip toy, meow boy!
Mus' B Santa! Mus' B Santa! Mus' B Santa! Santa Claws!

Pawprint buttons on a furry red cape?
Santa's got that on his furry red cape! 
Who berry soon iz coming our way?
Santa berry soon iz coming our way!

Catnip toy, meow boy!!
Furry cape, Coming our way!
Mus' B Santa! Mus' B Santa! Mus' B Santa! Santa Claws!

Who's round tummy you betta not touch?
Santa's round tummy you betta not touch!
Who eats treetz but not too much?
Santa eats treetz but not too much! 

Catnip toy, meow boy!!
Furry cape, Coming our way!
Betta not touch, Not too much! 
Mus' B Santa! Mus' B Santa! Mus' B Santa! Santa Claws!
 




MIDNITE CLEAR
It camed upon a midnite clear, wit ebberone try'nta sleep soound
When bumps and scratches heard down teh hall, wuz kitteh's playin' around.
"Peace in this hows!" Teh father shout, "You kittehs shud go to bed!"
Liek cats, they lissen not; so he went & put up der cat toys instead.


FURS DAY OF CATMOUSE
On the furs day of Catmouse, mai tru luv sed to me:
"Ai'm in da pink can wif dat orange white-face kitteh and teh pikchur of a turkey and turkey bits wit real cheese and gravy. Come beg fur me so ur hyoomins kin let me out and we kin be togedder NOW!"
[OK dat 1 don't rime but iz tru hart expresshun. Ai gots poetic license. ~BOB]



2 comments:

  1. *dancin with Mr. Bob!* woo woo woo! Happy holidays to you!

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