the cat does mimic the sound of a baby’s cry but no innocence a walk in the night losing track of the dirt path the stars come on through the trees poor armadillos flattened on the double-line they get no respect firecracker fun something for every one don't burn your fingers! dead branch hung up high I can't reach it to pull it down too bad to let fall mustard from mustard seed white vinegar is the key sharp but not too sweet the bees have won out over the yellow jackets so retreat to the woods to a true unique chord prancing on the piano what a happy cat