Two puddles full of taddys
Swimming madly to avoid the cats
Paws splish splashing in the water
Trying desperately those tadpoles to catch
Hidden in the gloom of murky water
Makes it harder to see
Lurking in dark corners
Hiding from me
Soon we'll have a garden full of croakers
You'll hear them morning night and day
Bouncing round the grass keeping out the way
Of those two black kittens who come in to play
Now those two cats are cany
They sit underneath the bushes
You'd never know they were there
Except for their green eyed stare
Then when they see movement
They dash out all of a prance
You'd think they were doing
Some sort of merry dance
Springing high in the air
Twisting and twirling
A figure S
Their paws together pressed
Caught between the claws
As they pat him in their play
Tossed up and caught,
Only to be flung away
That poor croaker has croaked his last
He'l laying on the grass
His little heart beating frantically
As I chase away those two scallies
Poor little frog,
He didn't deserve to die
Next time those cats come in for some fun
I'll chase em off with me water gun
