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.
