Barcat
.
Where is the Felvine
that I had the other night?
I got it from that long ears
it's important for my health
.
The people are all up in a fuss
about the old long ears
and the hunter dame too
both swallowed by the sea
.
"Murder!" some are shouting
in a voice that hurts my ears
"Monster!" scream others
and I wish I had my Felvine
.
A hunter shouts about
the people in the jungle
who find monster chicks
and bend them to their will
.
My fellow Felynes point
a paw at the dirty
filthy, lying, thieving
cunning mask-head people
.
Mask-heads say that
the hunters did it to
sully the good name
of the oh-so noble masks
.
Illincara, we call this place
the Island of Friends
but there are no friends here
save the ones who give me Felvine