The cat will never run out of posts at his sea. You humans make it impossible with your dumb spree. A new thing every day and you probably do them many a way. But today is the stunt of the witch hunt.
The witch hunt is grand.
Humans take a stand.
They use it across the land.
Let's give them a hand.
But oh dear.
They do it out of fear.
I mean look at that scary toad.
It tried to cross the road.
All road crossing toads are bad.
We need to kill them at every pad.
We can't let them live each day.
We need to end their road crossing play.
If we don't they might....might....
Who cares. They cause a fright.
Let's get them all now.
They will screw us up some how.
I don't need a good reason.
Those road crossing toads commit treason.
They need to stay by a lake.
Warts they may very well make.
So follow me.
End their spree.
Join the witch hunt.
It isn't a stunt.
Let's get those windows too.
They allow people to see you.
We have to smash them all.
They let nude people be seen at each hall.
The mailman told me.
We have to end this spree.
Windows and toads,
Smash and kill by the loads.
Don't forget sand.
That stuff isn't grand.
Cats use it to bury their shit.
We need to blast away every bit.
This isn't a stunt.
I'm being blunt.
I'll stand up front.
Join my witch hunt.
Pffft to dumb humans near and far. Have you ever joined a witch hunt at your sand bar? Do you think a toad crossing a road will get to you? Better not answer that if a yes comes due. The cat may give you a rhyming pass. Hey, it would be more fun for my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.