Here Comes the Queen Cat Lizard
Here comes the Queen Cat Lizard I was told.
She wore magnificent colors, all pretty and bold.
Watching her move her head and back will never get old.
If we could capture her, we could trade her for gold.
Have you told her tale? About how she was sold?
I was confused now, for I had been left in the cold.
I do not know that one I began to cajole, whine and scold.
Queen Cat Lizard sauntered by, and I thought she looked old.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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