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He sits on the couch
with his paws between his knees,
trying to figure out
how to get rid of his fleas.

He once went and
shaved his fur off,
but there was no way
he could get them off.

He went to the kitchen
to get himself a drink,
jumped up onto the counter
and tried to drown himself in the sink.

He went to the fridge
got himself a beer,
"Look out fleas
listen up here."

"I'll get rid of you
even if it takes me all night,
you're going to be in
one heck of a fight."

He was really chugging
those beers back,
have you ever seen
a drunken cat?

He was sittin' on the couch
his stomach started rumblin',
upon his face
he had an evil grin.

"I'll get rid of
these darn fleas yet,
this is definately
the safest bet."

Well, he started fartin'
stunk up the place,
veins started popping
out of his face.

Fleas jumped off him
left and to the right,
the cat knew
he was gonna win this fight.

The fleas were dropping dead
all over the place,
the cat then smiled
the biggest grin was on his face.

He forgot beer
gave him gas,
he is now
one happy cat.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Aug.22/2004