Cats walk thin. Cats wait in a lump, Jump in a streak. They have technique. Oh, cats don't creak.
Cats sleep fat.
And then sat. For a baton, he wields a tail. A cat condenses. He pulls in his tail to go under bridges, And himself to go under fences. When everyone else is just ready to go out, The cat is just ready to come in, He's not where he's been.