Cat From Mars and Pickle Jars
My feet swelled up the size of cars.
After a visit from a cat named Mars.
He swiftly returned home above the stars,
Leaving my feet stranded in two pickle jars
I heard his voice doing hardy-har-hars
“Help me please!” I screamed to my neighbor Lars
He was wearing headphones, and was polishing cars.
I sang “Old Dan Tucker”, just a few bars.
Two TV reporters stopped their cars.
They filmed my feet, in those Mason jars
I told them about the cat named Mars
Who is still tee heeing those “hardy-har-hars.”
The neighbors began pointing me out at bars.
My friends shunned me in nears and fars.
That cat came home, from his trip to Mars.
And I settled down with my man named Lars.
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