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I’ll tell you a story that you won’t believe,
But it happened, just last week.
I was out in the park, it was just getting dark,
All the lights had come on in the street.
I strolled on the grass past a girl with her dog
And a pair on a bench who were kissing,
When shattering the hush, leaping out of a bush,
Came a huge cat, wailing and hissing.
On closer inspection I saw in its paws
What looked like a mouse or a rat.
They were kicking and fighting, scratching and biting,
"GET OFF HIM!" I yelled at the cat.
Both carried on scrapping. “Poor little thing!”
I thought, “I must intervene.
It’s not right at all for a creature that small
To be picked on by something so mean!”
But when I looked closer that wasn’t the case,
I’d got it the wrong way round,
The mouse was fighting back, it was on the attack,
And soon threw the cat to the ground!
It grabbed the poor puss'y in its tiny paws
And spun him above its small head,
And despite his large size, if he’d not got nine lives,
I swear that the cat would be dead!
Fur flying everywhere, I looked on,
Feeling stunned and amazed.
With a THWAK! and a THOK! a WHACK! and a SOK!
The cat lay, tongue out, both eyes glazed.
The rodent vanished into the night
Leaving a small calling card.
With great expectation I hoped for explanation
As to why this mouse was so hard.
I slowly read the tiny words:
“Is your cat evil? If so, here’s what to do.
Don’t hesitate, before it’s too late,
Call WANG FOO, THE KUNG FU SHREW.”
“Cats with attitude a speciality,
No job too big or too small.
Pedigree or shabby, Persian or Tabby,
Wang Foo will take on them all!”
I searched in the shadows to see where he went
But the light was starting to fade.
Out there in the night, filling felines with fright,
Is a rodent renegade.
It’s since been whispered, behind closed doors,
That somewhere, in these parts,
Is a hero for all, standing three inches tall,
A shrew trained in martial arts.
I’ve hung on to his number so I know what to do
If my cat is a problem at all.
If it causes mice harm, or scratches my arm,
I’ll give Wang Foo a call!
But it happened, just last week.
I was out in the park, it was just getting dark,
All the lights had come on in the street.
I strolled on the grass past a girl with her dog
And a pair on a bench who were kissing,
When shattering the hush, leaping out of a bush,
Came a huge cat, wailing and hissing.
On closer inspection I saw in its paws
What looked like a mouse or a rat.
They were kicking and fighting, scratching and biting,
"GET OFF HIM!" I yelled at the cat.
Both carried on scrapping. “Poor little thing!”
I thought, “I must intervene.
It’s not right at all for a creature that small
To be picked on by something so mean!”
But when I looked closer that wasn’t the case,
I’d got it the wrong way round,
The mouse was fighting back, it was on the attack,
And soon threw the cat to the ground!
It grabbed the poor puss'y in its tiny paws
And spun him above its small head,
And despite his large size, if he’d not got nine lives,
I swear that the cat would be dead!
Fur flying everywhere, I looked on,
Feeling stunned and amazed.
With a THWAK! and a THOK! a WHACK! and a SOK!
The cat lay, tongue out, both eyes glazed.
The rodent vanished into the night
Leaving a small calling card.
With great expectation I hoped for explanation
As to why this mouse was so hard.
I slowly read the tiny words:
“Is your cat evil? If so, here’s what to do.
Don’t hesitate, before it’s too late,
Call WANG FOO, THE KUNG FU SHREW.”
“Cats with attitude a speciality,
No job too big or too small.
Pedigree or shabby, Persian or Tabby,
Wang Foo will take on them all!”
I searched in the shadows to see where he went
But the light was starting to fade.
Out there in the night, filling felines with fright,
Is a rodent renegade.
It’s since been whispered, behind closed doors,
That somewhere, in these parts,
Is a hero for all, standing three inches tall,
A shrew trained in martial arts.
I’ve hung on to his number so I know what to do
If my cat is a problem at all.
If it causes mice harm, or scratches my arm,
I’ll give Wang Foo a call!
why was he banned?
xBeanx wrote:
> I’ll tell you a story that you won’t believe,
> But it happened, just last week.
> I was out in the park, it was just getting dark,
> All the lights had come on in the street.
>
> I strolled on the grass past a girl with her dog
> And a pair on a bench who were kissing,
> When shattering the hush, leaping out of a bush,
> Came a huge cat, wailing and hissing.
>
> On closer inspection I saw in its paws
> What looked like a mouse or a rat.
> They were kicking and fighting, scratching and biting,
> "GET OFF HIM!" I yelled at the cat.
>
> Both carried on scrapping. “Poor little thing!”
> I thought, “I must intervene.
> It’s not right at all for a creature that small
> To be picked on by something so mean!”
>
> But when I looked closer that wasn’t the case,
> I’d got it the wrong way round,
> The mouse was fighting back, it was on the attack,
> And soon threw the cat to the ground!
>
> It grabbed the poor puss'y in its tiny paws
> And spun him above its small head,
> And despite his large size, if he’d not got nine lives,
> I swear that the cat would be dead!
>
> Fur flying everywhere, I looked on,
> Feeling stunned and amazed.
> With a THWAK! and a THOK! a WHACK! and a SOK!
> The cat lay, tongue out, both eyes glazed.
>
> The rodent vanished into the night
> Leaving a small calling card.
> With great expectation I hoped for explanation
> As to why this mouse was so hard.
>
> I slowly read the tiny words:
> “Is your cat evil? If so, here’s what to do.
> Don’t hesitate, before it’s too late,
> Call WANG FOO, THE KUNG FU SHREW.”
>
> “Cats with attitude a speciality,
> No job too big or too small.
> Pedigree or shabby, Persian or Tabby,
> Wang Foo will take on them all!”
>
> I searched in the shadows to see where he went
> But the light was starting to fade.
> Out there in the night, filling felines with fright,
> Is a rodent renegade.
>
> It’s since been whispered, behind closed doors,
> That somewhere, in these parts,
> Is a hero for all, standing three inches tall,
> A shrew trained in martial arts.
>
> I’ve hung on to his number so I know what to do
> If my cat is a problem at all.
> If it causes mice harm, or scratches my arm,
> I’ll give Wang Foo a call!
Nice long story! pity he was banned!
> I’ll tell you a story that you won’t believe,
> But it happened, just last week.
> I was out in the park, it was just getting dark,
> All the lights had come on in the street.
>
> I strolled on the grass past a girl with her dog
> And a pair on a bench who were kissing,
> When shattering the hush, leaping out of a bush,
> Came a huge cat, wailing and hissing.
>
> On closer inspection I saw in its paws
> What looked like a mouse or a rat.
> They were kicking and fighting, scratching and biting,
> "GET OFF HIM!" I yelled at the cat.
>
> Both carried on scrapping. “Poor little thing!”
> I thought, “I must intervene.
> It’s not right at all for a creature that small
> To be picked on by something so mean!”
>
> But when I looked closer that wasn’t the case,
> I’d got it the wrong way round,
> The mouse was fighting back, it was on the attack,
> And soon threw the cat to the ground!
>
> It grabbed the poor puss'y in its tiny paws
> And spun him above its small head,
> And despite his large size, if he’d not got nine lives,
> I swear that the cat would be dead!
>
> Fur flying everywhere, I looked on,
> Feeling stunned and amazed.
> With a THWAK! and a THOK! a WHACK! and a SOK!
> The cat lay, tongue out, both eyes glazed.
>
> The rodent vanished into the night
> Leaving a small calling card.
> With great expectation I hoped for explanation
> As to why this mouse was so hard.
>
> I slowly read the tiny words:
> “Is your cat evil? If so, here’s what to do.
> Don’t hesitate, before it’s too late,
> Call WANG FOO, THE KUNG FU SHREW.”
>
> “Cats with attitude a speciality,
> No job too big or too small.
> Pedigree or shabby, Persian or Tabby,
> Wang Foo will take on them all!”
>
> I searched in the shadows to see where he went
> But the light was starting to fade.
> Out there in the night, filling felines with fright,
> Is a rodent renegade.
>
> It’s since been whispered, behind closed doors,
> That somewhere, in these parts,
> Is a hero for all, standing three inches tall,
> A shrew trained in martial arts.
>
> I’ve hung on to his number so I know what to do
> If my cat is a problem at all.
> If it causes mice harm, or scratches my arm,
> I’ll give Wang Foo a call!
Nice long story! pity he was banned!
I read part of it
I’ll tell you a story that you won’t believe,
But it happened, just last week.
I was out in the park, it was just getting dark,
All the lights had come on in the street.
I strolled on the grass past a girl with her dog
And a pair on a bench who were kissing,
When shattering the hush, leaping out of a bush,
Came a huge cat, wailing and hissing.
On closer inspection I saw in its paws
What looked like a mouse or a rat.
They were kicking and fighting, scratching and biting,
"GET OFF HIM!" I yelled at the cat.
Both carried on scrapping. “Poor little thing!”
I thought, “I must intervene.
It’s not right at all for a creature that small
To be picked on by something so mean!”
But when I looked closer that wasn’t the case,
I’d got it the wrong way round,
The mouse was fighting back, it was on the attack,
And soon threw the cat to the ground!
It grabbed the poor puss'y in its tiny paws
And spun him above its small head,
And despite his large size, if he’d not got nine lives,
I swear that the cat would be dead!
Fur flying everywhere, I looked on,
Feeling stunned and amazed.
With a THWAK! and a THOK! a WHACK! and a SOK!
The cat lay, tongue out, both eyes glazed.
The rodent vanished into the night
Leaving a small calling card.
With great expectation I hoped for explanation
As to why this mouse was so hard.
I slowly read the tiny words:
“Is your cat evil? If so, here’s what to do.
Don’t hesitate, before it’s too late,
Call WANG FOO, THE KUNG FU SHREW.”
“Cats with attitude a speciality,
No job too big or too small.
Pedigree or shabby, Persian or Tabby,
Wang Foo will take on them all!”
I searched in the shadows to see where he went
But the light was starting to fade.
Out there in the night, filling felines with fright,
Is a rodent renegade.
It’s since been whispered, behind closed doors,
That somewhere, in these parts,
Is a hero for all, standing three inches tall,
A shrew trained in martial arts.
I’ve hung on to his number so I know what to do
If my cat is a problem at all.
If it causes mice harm, or scratches my arm,
I’ll give Wang Foo a call!
But it happened, just last week.
I was out in the park, it was just getting dark,
All the lights had come on in the street.
I strolled on the grass past a girl with her dog
And a pair on a bench who were kissing,
When shattering the hush, leaping out of a bush,
Came a huge cat, wailing and hissing.
On closer inspection I saw in its paws
What looked like a mouse or a rat.
They were kicking and fighting, scratching and biting,
"GET OFF HIM!" I yelled at the cat.
Both carried on scrapping. “Poor little thing!”
I thought, “I must intervene.
It’s not right at all for a creature that small
To be picked on by something so mean!”
But when I looked closer that wasn’t the case,
I’d got it the wrong way round,
The mouse was fighting back, it was on the attack,
And soon threw the cat to the ground!
It grabbed the poor puss'y in its tiny paws
And spun him above its small head,
And despite his large size, if he’d not got nine lives,
I swear that the cat would be dead!
Fur flying everywhere, I looked on,
Feeling stunned and amazed.
With a THWAK! and a THOK! a WHACK! and a SOK!
The cat lay, tongue out, both eyes glazed.
The rodent vanished into the night
Leaving a small calling card.
With great expectation I hoped for explanation
As to why this mouse was so hard.
I slowly read the tiny words:
“Is your cat evil? If so, here’s what to do.
Don’t hesitate, before it’s too late,
Call WANG FOO, THE KUNG FU SHREW.”
“Cats with attitude a speciality,
No job too big or too small.
Pedigree or shabby, Persian or Tabby,
Wang Foo will take on them all!”
I searched in the shadows to see where he went
But the light was starting to fade.
Out there in the night, filling felines with fright,
Is a rodent renegade.
It’s since been whispered, behind closed doors,
That somewhere, in these parts,
Is a hero for all, standing three inches tall,
A shrew trained in martial arts.
I’ve hung on to his number so I know what to do
If my cat is a problem at all.
If it causes mice harm, or scratches my arm,
I’ll give Wang Foo a call!