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Scary Cat.
There's a huzzle in the trees, there's a huzzle in the trees.
What can it be?
Go look, go see
the huzzle in the trees
Is it tall, is it small?
Is anything there at all?
If it is do give a call
do you need my help?
Is it friend or is it foe?
If it bites just yelp.
Now see here you scared cat
there's nothing to see but trees
the huzzle buzzle that you hear
is just a soft warm breeze.
It's not much good you'd be
if I needed thee, if I were indeed to call.
It's just as well there's nothing to tell
As there's nothing there at all.
Copyright © Patricia Lawton | Year Posted 2016
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