He was a hermit living in a cave with his cats.

He had a long strong thread made of cat gut.

The vultures had eaten the meat.

He didn’t eat cat.

He sat all day each day

playing cat’s cradle and all that jazz

until one day they’d had enough.

So they ate him up and played rock and roll

clapping their wings in time

as good as any drummers could be.


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