With apologies to Dylan, the Turtles, and the emphases I had to alter -- a
song from an older ferret to a kit:
 
Go away from my treat plate.
Leave at your most hasty speed.
The treats are all for me, kit.
I won't condone your greed.
I say Nutrical is for me.
It says so on the tube --
to sedate me and placate me.
You may not lick it, Rube!
It was all made just for me and more!
I am bigger!
Oh, naaah, naaah, naaah.
I can roll you.
It is me you kowtow to, kit, ohhh, it is me you kowtow to, kit...
[Posted in FML issue 2335]