Don't call me a lunatic, I've heard it for myself
no, I don't believe in fairies, or an evil type of elf
I go to the corner, each and every single night
looking for this anomaly, I don't think that it will bite
It's visage not intimidating, as it prances the fence
thinking that it could be deranged, expounding my two cents
At midnight on the minute, it barks at the wax or waning moon
no, I don't drink, smoke the bud, or use a brass spittoon
It woof's and bark's a litany, all the other cats run and hide
Franken-kitty parables, best to stay inside
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC
Don't call me a lunatic, I've heard it for myself
no, I don't believe in fairies, or an evil type of elf
I go to the corner, each and every single night
looking for this anomaly, I don't think that it will bite
It's visage not intimidating, as it prances the fence
thinking that it could be deranged, expounding my two cents
At midnight on the minute, it barks at the wax or waning moon
no, I don't drink, smoke the bud, or use a brass spittoon
It woof's and bark's a litany, all the other cats run and hide
Franken-kitty parables, best to stay inside
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