Singing the Old Queen Cat Song
Old Queen Cat was a merry old Pole,
A merry old pole was she.
She called for her wipes and she called for her mole,
And she called for her diddlers three.
Hey wait! I thought a pole cat was…
Yes, I agreed, but have you met Ole Lady CatFuzz?
She is a tyrant who must always have her own way.
She has tricky techniques, she does not play.
Are you saying she’s a skunk? He quizzed me.
I dared not answer; wishing to remain unsullied and free.
Old Queen Cat had the whole palace bugged.
I did not relish being shackled, smacked or drugged.
I waited until I had arrived home
Before singing the Old Queen Cat song and poem
I’m talking said my snarly cousin Mr. James P. Pink.
Drat! I had been singing it next to the Queen’s biggest fink
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