Well, kitties, you knows what dat ride in dat car was wike,
yes, I knows you does. Yup!
Bumpies, bouncin' around when dey makes the stops an' starts,
and going awound dem corners...enough to makes a kitty's tummy get upset.
But...dere I was in my gween carry-fing
just waying dere
an' dweaming about Uncle Charlie's butterfwy.
Den we gots outta the car an' Meowmie Nancy made sure I was ok,
which I wanted to tell her no, but I really din't care.
Nex' fing I knows, I'm being taken outs of the carry-fing!
Meowmie Nancy had to take me outta dat so's the acurity peoples
could x-ray it fur bombs! I din't care.
Den some wady told Meowmie Nancy dat I was
such a pwetty d*g, what kind was I.
DAT I cared abouts.
But I couldn't does nofing abouts it.
So I went back to sweep fur a while.