How Much Fish Can Smokey Eat
All cats like fish as we all know,
But Smokey just loved it,
It made quite a show.
My dad went fishing most every week,
And Smokey would wait,
By the door for his treat.
Dad always saved Smokey a nice big fish,
But Smokey kept begging,
To refill his dish.
One day Dad asked him,"How much can you eat?"
And gave him another,
Just for a treat.
Soon it was gone and the cat was back,
Begging and pleading,
For the fish in Dad's sack.
Time and again he gave him another,
And finally asked Mom,
"Has he got a brother?"
"Am I feeding two cats? Where does he put it?
I can't give him more.
He'll make himself sick."
So Daddy refused after five or six fish,
And Smokey decided,
To fill his own dish.
While Dad was busy, quick as a flash,
He snatched up a filet,
And made a mad dash;
But Daddy was quick as the cat it would seem,
And grabbed back the fish,
And the cat made a scream.
'Round and around each tugged at his end,
Till at last that poor fish,
In the middle was rend.
The cat ran away with a piece in his mouth,
To hide with his fish,
Somewhere in the house.
Dad had great fun retelling this tale,
Of the great tug of war,
With the cat and fish tail.
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