THE CULT by Speedy the dog

They're friendly, and furry,
and cute when their young.
They play, and they purr,
and they have a strange tongue.
They love a good rain,
and they hate chasing rats.
They can not be trusted,
the cult you call cats.

You don't understand them
as you think you might.
You've not seen them gather
like I in the night.
I've done some eavesdropping,
their leader's named Fats.
They can not be trusted,
the cult you call cats.

They're growing in numbers,
like they have for years.
Considering humans
all their volunteers.
They're mission is mum,
like your sly democrats.
They can not be trusted,
the cult you call cats.

So li...

THE CULT by Speedy the dog

They're friendly, and furry,
and cute when their young.
They play, and they purr,
and they have a strange tongue.
They love a good rain,
and they hate chasing rats.
They can not be trusted,
the cult you call cats.

You don't understand them
as you think you might.
You've not seen them gather
like I in the night.
I've done some eavesdropping,
their leader's named Fats.
They can not be trusted,
the cult you call cats.

They're growing in numbers,
like they have for years.
Considering humans
all their volunteers.
They're mission is mum,
like your sly democrats.
They can not be trusted,
the cult you call cats.

So listen dear humans,
and act while you can.
Ruling the roost
is the crux of their plan.
Their game's long afoot,
and they're up in the stats.
They can not be trusted,
the cult you call cats.

©2009 speedy the dog