"There are two means of refuge from the
miseries of life: music and cats." - Albert Schweitzer
Calling Fusker May, did you know that here today,
Your person just called you a rubbish cat?
Well I thought he had good manners
And was good at playing pianos,
Not to mention using spanners,
But I never thought I'd see him writing that!
Now he knows that you originate from Hammond,
But still a docile creature he expects,
So!, you borrowed the new car,
Well, you didn't take it far,
(Fifi still thinks you're a star),
Don't worry puss 'cos nobody suspects!
Big Tom, you're trusty sidekick, has really got him fooled,
Opposite his office window, in that tree,
His wood pigeon disguise,
Gives him cover while he spies,
(Think He needs to test his eyes!),
When He's out, it's up to mischief you can be!
Have you heard about the calendar he's sorting?
He asked Them if They thought it was a goer,
What the Posters had to say
Was that they wanted Fusker May,
Want to see YOU on display,
On their list, poor Him, He came out SO much lower!
You're oh so handsome in your tux; he says you're like a loaf!
And that the only thing you're good at is the jumping!
It's just jealousy I'm thinking,
You can see it when he's blinking,
And you're driving him to drinking,
Take no notice puss, of him, just interrupt him when he's... writing his column ;-)
