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