The Cat in the Hat

[aaron]

The cat put on the hat
(the hat was full of bees)
There's f**king Bees in here! he screamed
they brought him to his knees

He threw the hat and ran
jumping like a toad
the bees were done he caught his breath
and rested in the road

now swollen welts and blood
had covered head to tail
and resting in the desert sun
had him slow as a snail

in shock he crawled and tried
to reach the yellow line
his whiskers heard a mournful meow
as soon it would be time

he'd almost reached his goal
the grass so green and lush
with screaming tires and wailing horn
his moan at once was hushed------

now here lies frank the cat
his memory remains
with every car that passes by
and swerves to other lanes