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.
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