On the edge of a laughing teacup Did Kublai Kat decree The the corn fritter festooned with medals Shall make the brownies Freeland, so the walls turned to water To let our sorrows drowns the chairs burned themselves for warmth So they need not face the clown Then the spoons burst into song And all the forks they understood As I stared at my talking clawsBecasue this catnip is just that good

I Could Pee on This: And Other Poems by Cats