Get Fuzzy

By Darby Conley

A Kitty Litter - any Moment With Bucky B. Katt

Whose toads these are I think I knew.
His frogs are in the viscous stew;
He will not see me stooping here
To launch his toads to frog fondue.

The little puss would think it queer
To stop with no frogs to toss near
Between the toads and froggy fling
The farthest frog tossed o'er the pier.

He gives the slimy newts a swing
As if they are some green plaything...

The only other sound's the cheep
Of peepers pinned and sent flying.
The toads are best found sound asleep,
But I have prodigious frogs to reap,
Reptiles to throw before I sleep,
Reptiles to throw before I sleep.

hahahaz..always liked bucky katt...damn funny..