Meep, meep,
I am a meep,
I look something like
A big, wooly sheep.
And if you say
That I'm just a sheep,
I'll eat your head,
And then say meep.

To the tune of "Every Move I Make", by The David Crowder Band
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(Meow, meow, me-meow meow meow, meow me-meow me-meow me-meowmeow.)
Meow, meow, me-meow meow meow,
Meow, meow, me-meow meow meow,
Meow, meow, me-meow meow meow,
Meow, meow, me-meow meow meow,
Every cat I hug I hug for love,
I love kitties, yeah,
Every cat I hug I hug for love,
(Mew, mew, mew,)
Every cat I pet I pet for love,
I love kitties, yeah,
Every cat I pet I pet for love,
Waves of purring warm soft kitties,
Everywhere I look, I see more kitties,
Their love enraptures me,
Oh my cat, this love,
How can it be?
Meow, meow, me-meow meow meow,
Meow, meow, me-meow meow meow,
Meow, meow, me-meow meow meow,
Meow, meow, me-meow meow meow.

There was a woman cruel and mean,
Who kept some 50 cats,
She never petted or adored,
And all they ate was gnats.

The kitties came together,
And hatched a daring plan,
They would run away from home,
And make themselves a clan.

A kitty ran away from home,
And ran over a car,
Another ran away from home,
And didn't get so far.

2 more ecaped that very day,
and used the sewer drain,
Then another tried to follow,
but his efforts were in vain.

Some had escapades so long,
To describe them is in vain,
And if I tried to tell you some,
You'd soon upchuck and wane.

Only 1 cat made it
All the way to forest safe,
The runtiest, and skinniest
Was the only one so safe.

The fates of the others, I cannot tell,
For even I don't know,
But they didn't arrive for months on end,
Let's hope they aren't in hell.

Eww! Yuck! That tastes gross!
I ate an icky pickle that was haunted by a ghost!
Then I gave a big burp and the ghost flew out,
And then it burned my brain by shooting fire up my snout!

If I Were A Chicken

If I were a chicken,
I'd go bokking night and day,
And when I fell asleep,
I'd dream I was in the fray.
If I were a chicken,
I would howl in the night,
Because I'd be a Were-Chicken,
And give people bad frights.