Okay, here's the lyrics for a short song I made up this morning when I found that my cat, Scot, had knocked over a large pile of books I had on the easy chair in my bedroom. (My bookshelf is too small!) It's short, it's stupid, it might even be funny.
Jumpin' on the chair
Swingin' through the trees
Causin' terror in the streets
Here comes Scot, goin' where he'll please,
Flyin' through the air with the greatest of ease.
This is what you can expect when I blog before I go to work...
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