It's the Easter Holidays, the kids are at home... so here's a poem for the young ones to enjoy.
I'm the Abernathy Cat.
My coat is sleek and slender,
of ginger fur and spats.
My coat is sleek and slender,
of ginger fur and spats.
With ears the size of satellites,
I pick up every sound,
it's no wonder that I'm known as
'The scourge of the underground.'
My reputation is quite spotless
it's no wonder that I'm known as
'The scourge of the underground.'
My reputation is quite spotless
and I'm known for miles and miles
as the master of the hedgerows,
a mouser of great style.
Prolific as a ratter, there's no stone
as the master of the hedgerows,
a mouser of great style.
Prolific as a ratter, there's no stone
I'll leave unturned
in my quest to catch those rodents
as they roam our Mother Earth.
So my name is of some import,
in my quest to catch those rodents
as they roam our Mother Earth.
So my name is of some import,
as I travel far and wide,
'cause when they see me coming,
watch them scatter, run and hide.
From farmhouse through to cottages,
'cause when they see me coming,
watch them scatter, run and hide.
From farmhouse through to cottages,
I'll wander dusk 'till dawn
and then I'll wander back again,
to sleep 'till nature calls.
and then I'll wander back again,
to sleep 'till nature calls.
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