My! My! Look at Lindas arms!
They are scratched!
Ura May looked at me and said, From the barns!
I was blank. The barns? From hay thatched?
No. No. Not at all,
She pursed her lips,
No. Not from a fall.
The cats! She had her hands on hips
Their mama was such a good mouser,
We kept her and let her stay,
In the barn away from Bowser.
Now there are kittens, oh so lovable,
But barn cats, nontheless.
If its not mice, its other trouble,
Those kitchens cuddle up the best,
Until Mama calls to them,
They wiggle, squirm, and scratch,
O course the girls wont release their friend
And thats the story of the barn cats, match.
Ura May didnt have to explain,
Because I remembered the cats
It wasnt too long ago we ran from the rain,
And we found furry balls, round and fat,
Mother fussed over scratches and that pain.
You leave those barn cats alone, and that is that,
They will scratch your eyes out, Im not tellin you again.
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