There’s something in the attic,
but I’m not sure what it is.
So, please, try not to panic
’til we find out what it is.
It’s prob’ly small and furry,
just like a baby kitty.
and as I heard it scurry
I felt a twinge of pity.
It was racing to and fro,
somewhere above the kitchen.
Our two kitties, oh sold bold,
both stood ready to pitch in.
If you see our visitor,
please try not to scream too loud.
Just say, “Excuse me, mister,
but home visits aren’t allowed.”
