Meow. . . !

Whacking doggies slay cat slittin’ up a Shep’,
Got a well-deserved off-Fido rep.
Seen him croak a dale that’s Aire-;
I’m glad that this guy’s got our derrière.

Slay that mutt! . . .a dangerous cat,
A feline canine-croaker, ain’t vanquished in a spat,
Gonna chew the tail clean off a Water Span’.
PreCURsor’s hissin’ in his attack plan.

Meow. . . !
No, don’t cross his path!

He don’t bother chasin’ mice around.
He’ll take down a Mala-mute if the two should fight—
Hound will soon be in plight,
At least a haunches bite.
Cur’s gonna rue that he scrapped with this guy;
Wild slay cat will scratch out his eye.
I wish I could be as carefree and wild.
He’s got sass, that cat; he’s not sauce that’s mild.

He don’t bother makin’ nice around
Big dogs in the alley, lookin’ for a fight.
Hounds ain’t gonna do right—
There’ll be lots of dog bites.
They’re gonna rue that they scrapped with this guy—
Wild slay cat ain’t the one who’ll die.
I wish I could be as carefree and wild.
That Rot’s ass is grass—cat’s got slash, fangs filed.