With This Song And Dance They Stand No Chance!

Dirty Pat stealing all the cat's glory, as he tells his story. Oh and his computer mic sucks big time, know that as he gives a chime. It is the latest one too, just so I don't confuse you.

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I had to fit that song and dance saying in, as it just worked for the win. For Irish Air and old one eye like to give a certain cry. They say they will make the cat pay, each and every day. Unless a migraine comes to one and the other is out drunk in the sun. Or old one eye just wants to whine when really all is fine. Anyway, they think they can enter my bay. Pfft the cat is king here at his wing.

She thought she could build a town,

That would win her the crown.

Pffft the cat showed her,

As he stretched his fur.

Now the cat has a great wall.

That will protect his hall.

It will never fall,

Bouncing any attack back like a ball.

Even shops protect the cat.

Such loyal followers at my mat.

They have weapons that will squash you flat.

And they are worse than a bat.

See it is so threatening I have it twice.

You will surely pay the price.

All will fall like mice,

Or may be given some lice.

You can see it stretches right around.

So not even a butt sniffing hound,

Could penetrate my sea.

Going to the gutter there is rather nasty.

But at least I invite you in.

Even though you will never win.

I added those stairs below,

For old one eye as her steps grow.

See, you can never get me.

I even have camels at my sea.

They will stop all with glee.

Even give you a flea on your knee.

And that mountain in the back,

Holds an army waiting to attack.

They have kitchenware,

And some tangled up hair.

I hear they swing it round and round.

They also yell making an awful sound.

Then they let you have it upside the head.

A frying pan can cause dread.

Those camels will water me forever.

Damn, I am clever.

You can't starve me out.

No matter your war shout.

So the cat is once more,

Once step ahead at his shore.

Having built this big shrine,

To this rhyming feline.

So give it up old one eye and Irish Air with your cry. My camels like turtle soup. They will eat that while I raid the chicken coup. What are you talking about? Don't go letting my secret out. I really made this at my sea. Pffft it is not in the museum of natural history. Don't believe that voice telling you such crap. The cat did this all after his nap. For all this hard work I deserve a nice tasty bass, they to are abundant in the land of my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.