Furry Death
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Furry death lurks in those eyes.

Furry Death

by Profe Steve ^-.-^

There are footprints on the table

There are footprints on the table And my mug is on the floor,

There are footprints on the table And my mug is on the floor, He's stretched out on the gable

There are footprints on the table And my mug is on the floor, He's stretched out on the gable Keeping watch upon the door.

He stares at me with baleful eyes

He stares at me with baleful eyes And dares me to object,

He stares at me with baleful eyes And dares me to object. He knows that I am much too wise,

He stares at me with baleful eyes And dares me to object. He knows that I am much too wise, His fury I respect.

There’s death within those eyes of green,

There’s death within those eyes of green As he sharpens claws of steel,

There’s death within those eyes of green As he sharpens claws of steel, The only thing that it can mean:

There’s death within those eyes of green As he sharpens claws of steel, The only thing that it can mean: I’d make the perfect meal!

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