With all the rain, the grass is high,
Basura Cat, in her wisdom did try.
To mow it down, close to the ground,
She did it when no one was around.
I came back home; she was filled with tears,
The grass was so high, to the top of her ears.
Her paws barely reached the mower handle,
The neighbors turned it into a scandal.
She had tried to tie flies onto her toes,
How she did this, no one knows.
They lifted her high to the skies,
Then dropped her down, my oh my!
I turned off the mower and brought her inside,
Untied the flies and soothed her pride.
The rain falls again; our yard is a moat,
Basura wants to buy a grass hungry goat.
