Sitting With My Cat On a Warm Tin Roof

I sat with my cat on a New York Tower We got so cold, we had to have a warm shower Then I sat with her on a cold windowsill in Tennen, Idaho. There was awful weather, we were slammed by snow Why don’t you sit on a hot tin roof? My cousin said. He laughed at this silly idea; he is crazy, old Zed. We will sit on a warm cold roof in Wisconsin I agreed. Afterwards we sat in an old oak tree, trembling and treed. For below was a bear, and he looked angry and mean. Come on down! Yelled an elf, who was invisible and unseen. Why don’t you make me? Asked the cat, whom I did not know could talk. This brought happiness to my heart and made the bear growl and squawk.