There once was a pussy cat called George Cryolot Crumble
And each day from the shed he would eventually stumble.
Meiow, meiow, cried George Cryolot Crumble
Meiow, meiow, cried George Cryolot Crumble.
One morning in May, when rain was a-falling,
There was a scratching on the shed, was that his master calling?
Meiow, meiow, cried George Cryolot Crumble
Meiow, meiow, cried George Cryolot Crumble.
He opened the door, and standing there before him
Was a Great Dane as tall, as tall as a building.
Meiow, meiow, cried George Cryolot Crumble
Meiow, meiow, cried George Cryolot Crumble.
"I'm as hungry as hungry as hungry" said the Great Dane
George shivered in fright in the wind and the rain.
Meiow, meiow, cried George Cryolot Crumble
Meiow, meiow, cried George Cryolot Crumble.
And what do you know about that shed and that pussy cat?
Well all I can say is that the Great Dane is now rather, in fact, I'd say, very, very, very fat!
Meiow, meiow, was that a tummy rumble?
Meiow, meiow, poor George Cryolot Crumble.
