Buntimer is sat high in a tree

Not a good place it seems to me

He was chasing a squirrel like a good cat should

But when it comes to climbing, cats aren't quite as good


Buntimer has found a nice comfy branch

Chasing that squirrel was such a good laugh

But now up this tree, Buntimer's stuck

And that's what you get for pushing your luck


Now he is trapped, he can but just sit

Like some great big orange arborial twit

The squirrel is atop the oak tree next door

He points at the cat, saying "What are you for?"


"Oh shut up" moans Bunti the trapped

"You fluffy tailed, buck-toothed bothersome rat"

"I have to chase you, it's what we cats do

"I'm compelled to chase, it's nothing so new."


"The question is," said the squirrel with glee

"How do you plan to get out of that tree?"

"You ran up there without any clue

Because you never think these things through"


Buntimer growled at the smug little swine

He'd get back down, he'd have his time

Revenge on the rodent would be served stone cold

He would be got before the year got too old


But first things first, he had to get down

"How on Earth" he thought with a frown

For now though he sat there and quietly stewed

As all he could do was admire the view.