Have you ever seen a cat as
fat as Bryce?
Though he’s very very fat, he’s very very nice.
He eats and eats the whole day through
And doesn’t stop until the very last chew.
He eats ripe mangos and he eats burnt toast.
He eats apple cores; he likes them the most.
One time he ate an entire pecan pie;
When he ran out of room, he shook his upper thigh.
Bryce ate lots of toadstools and peanut butter too;
He didn’t even mind when his fur matted with goo.
He drizzled honey into his mouth and down his throat.
Once he pulled a gumdrop from his best friend the goat.
He got fatter and fatter and ready to explode;
If he ate one more meatball or even one more toad.
So Billy sat him down and told him the truth;
You look way too fat, Bryce, you’re also uncouth.
The cat looked at his tummy; it poked out real far.
When he pushed it with his paw, it roared like a car.
“Why don’t you eat some carrots, some celery or beans?”
Billy said, “Spinach is good for you and so are turnip greens.”
“What about some yellow birds, or why not chase a mouse?
There are plenty of them running around at night inside our house.”
Bryce licked his lips as he thought about Billy’s words.
Perhaps a mouse would be tasty, and so might some yellow birds.
That night Bryce sat next to the wall and watched the mouse’s hole.
He waited in the dark, worrying about ghosts, goblins and trolls.
The mouse came out; Bryce pounced on it and gobbled it right down.
A smile came across his face; “That’s quite good.” He ate it without a
From then on the cat ate the mice and chased the yellow birds;
He listened very carefully to all of Billy’s words.
“I’m too fat. Billy was right. I need to go on a diet.
I might have some carrots; spinach? I might try it.”