I know three cats that have eyes of fire
and one of them likes to climb the church spire.
He is a scared cat when mum comes a calling
because he is just afraid of falling.
Number two cat with his burning eyes of fire
just loves to play in the Mooreland mire.
He never stops to think that some day he might sink
and there will be no one around to pull him to the brink.
Number three cat is wise now ain't that a surprise,
and she is also keen at telling lies.
One day she told Mummy cat that her Brothers were dead
so she could eat the food that they were to be fed.
Now Mummy cat was also wise and she did not believe those
awful lies.
When it was time for dinner, number three cat got thinner
because out came a dish that was full of fish and there
was nothing left for her to finish.
Now the moral of this story is
(If you play with fire you will most lightly get burnt.)
