Pretty Kitty must defend his fair city
The Pretty Kitty
Must defend his fair city
With only his claws
And that's a aw's
How will he do it?
With shiny lights
I'm in a plight
What kind of fight?
Alien space ships
And I'm not equipped
I must call on other cats
And rats and find people with baseball bats
To help in this fight
And you know it ain't right
Get in there and light it up
Meow, meow
Show me a cow
The Aliens heard me yell
And they took off like a bat out of hell
I saved the day
What more can I say?
(This Won A TRophy!) And was a picture prompt 2 space ships flying over a cat!,
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