Butter, softy sissy boy
Plays one-on-one with bouncy joy.
When the gang comes out to play,
He grabs a toy and runs away.
 
Last night I felt her in the air
A Yogi girl who wasn't there
She wasn't there again today
I wish that she'd come back and stay
 
There is an old Cookie who snuggles my shoe.
No coat, fur, or hearing, and no worries, too.
So she ate lots of soup, ran around, and then said
"I'll shit on the carpet, and go back to bed."
 
Marissa ferrey, quite contrary, now where do you think you go?
I'll climb the cage, and nip your legs,
And steal an avocado.
 
Lew, Lew, my striped son,
Stole the soup and away he run.
With musical dooks, the great big mook
Left a trail to his hideout--what a kook!
 
Chubby little Fatty, whither will you nibble?
Gently on your face, mom, with all my pretty kisses.
 
Buddy Boy, elder king, where did you run?
I ran with the youngsters and had me some fun.
Buddy boy, full of life, where is your fleece?
I curl with the needy to bring them some peace.
 
 
--Clover
and the rezweezils: Buddy, Cookie, Yogi, Butter, Buster (aka Fatboy),
Lew, and Marissa
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[Posted in FML issue 5238]