There once was a bear called Manson,
'Twas said he was quite handsome.
The Cat looked at the bear,
"You have very little hair,
"One that excuse for head,"
The Cat to the Bear said.
Now Manson was a sad bear indeed,
And those harsh words he did not need,
'Twas said he was quite handsome.
The Cat looked at the bear,
"You have very little hair,
"One that excuse for head,"
The Cat to the Bear said.
Now Manson was a sad bear indeed,
And those harsh words he did not need,
And when he was in bed that night,
He stuggled to stop a fight,
Emerging between himself and Cat,
Who apon her owner's feet was sat,
Grooming herself in the moonlight,
And shestayed there until Twilight.
Manson turned to Cat one day,
And said in a very small voice, "Hey,
"You ungainly Cat,
"Right there you are sat,
"You are sat oh right in my way."
And Cat turned to Manson and spoke,
Whilst giving him a hit and a poke,
"You stupid fat bear,
"With such little hair,
I wish you had never awoke."
"Your grammar is poor,
You have dirty paws,
Your tail is more like a brush,
And when you speak you sound like a thrush."
Manson cried, breathing out,
Whilst Cat did pout.
"Do not fight, little Bear and Cat,"
Said Susie, giving them a pat,
"We can hear you out here,
Bill's covered his ears,
And we fish waved him tail in gloom,
So do not brign doom."
