Bear with me here, anyone who is over 10. This is for my grandkids.
Three little puppies came out to play,
all in the morning, one fall day.
They smelled at everything, this and that,
then found a horrible, orange, tabby cat.
They asked him: "Want to play with us?"
But then all ran away, except for Gus.
He asked the cat: "What's your name?"
And the cat said: "Milo. Want to play a game?"
"I'll lay here and you run around. . .
Wait. Did you hear a chirping sound?"
Gus sat and listened but when he looked back,
The cat was gone, and that was that.