Taryn and Tigger
Taryn and Tigger of Irishville
Lived in fear of a windowsill
The old woman there was old and mean
And of cats she truly was not keen
I wish the faerie of St Pat was near.
She would fix that old dear.
She’d make her kind, and change her up.
She’d put tranquilizers in her cup.
Taryn and Tiger had a good day almost every day until
They found themselves under the old biddie’s window sill.
That old crone would come unglued and throw pots down
Breaking crockery and flowers all over the alley ground.
The faerie of St. Pat must have heard the kitty couple’s plea.
During St. Patrick’s parade, crone left the apartment to her cousin Bea.
Bea loved cats and invited them in for cat nip tea.
It was the beginning of a marvelous relationship, you see.
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