THE WILDCAT'S END

The Wildcat's End
The wildcat creeps about on big hairy feet
Looking for something tasty to eat.
I chase him with my wildcat stick
I chase him so hard it makes him sick.
When will the wildcat ever learn
Not to come around my little farm.
The droppings of athe wildcat certainly stink
Smells like a skunk in a clogged up sink.
Goodbye wildcat...goodbye!
I know I won't see you in the sky.
When you die and are rotting away.
The buzzards will take you away to stay.
So gloat while you can, oh wildcat!
Your end is coming, and that is that!
Goodbye wildcat...Goodbye!

Irvin L. Rozier

Copyright ©2004 Irvin L. Rozier