Garfield

I want to tell you, that cat's at it once more,

Always into something or other, wasting his time, what for?

You can teach old dogs new tricks, do we dare

To encourage this feline, with golden orange hair?

We all love him, this fat cat lasagna by name calls

Garfield, ceiling dangler, climber of walls.

Reckon we can sophisticate him, make him better read?

Maybe we shouldn't do this, or lightly tread?

Take the book, old boy, show me you will

Listen and broaden, or be bored and mill.

Leave the dog alone, no, he didn't start it,

You're a conniving, funny little wit.

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