My cat walked out,
Then she came back,
And in her mouth,
She had a sack.
Inside the sack,
There was a rat,
It was half black,
It climbed on my cat.
The sack had more,
Inside was a mat,
It rolled to the floor,
Then on top of the rat.
Out of the sack,
Next fell a hat,
It fell with a whack,
On top of the mat.
The cat peered in,
And found a bat,
Which flew with a grin,
And sat on the hat.
The sack was still full,
I shook out a vat,
I gave it a pull,
It landed on the bat.
I looked in the sack,
And saw it was empty,
The cat sat back,
She was carrying plenty.
The bat held the vat
As it sat on the hat
On top of the mat
On the head of the rat
Right on top of my cat.
Well, Cat, how about that!
