You may call, you may call But the little black cats won't hear you. The little black cats are maddened By the bright green light of the moon; They are whirling and running and hiding, They are wild who were once so confiding, They are crazed when the moon is riding You will not catch the kittens soon. They care not for saucers of milk, They think not of pillows of silk; Your softest, crooningest call Is less than the buzzing of flies. They are seeing more than you see, They are hearing more than you hear, And out of the darkness they peer. With a goblin light in their eyes! The Bad Kitties By Elizabeth Coatsworth
You may call, you may call But the little black cats won't hear you. The little black cats are maddened By the bright green light of the moon; They are whirling and running and hiding, They are wild who were once so confiding, They are crazed when the moon is riding You will not catch the kittens soon. They care not for saucers of milk, They think not of pillows of silk; Your softest, crooningest call Is less than the buzzing of flies. They are seeing more than you see, They are hearing more than you hear, And out of the darkness they peer. With a goblin light in their eyes! The Bad Kitties By Elizabeth Coatsworth
PLEASE DON'T GIFT ME. I AM NOT INTERESTED. There are better folks to gift. :::Breeders:::Rental:::WishList::: Avi is from The Worst Monster Of Them All animation on youtube
You may call, you may call But the little black cats won't hear you. The little black cats are maddened By the bright green light of the moon; They are whirling and running and hiding, They are wild who were once so confiding, They are crazed when the moon is riding You will not catch the kittens soon. They care not for saucers of milk, They think not of pillows of silk; Your softest, crooningest call Is less than the buzzing of flies. They are seeing more than you see, They are hearing more than you hear, And out of the darkness they peer. With a goblin light in their eyes! The Bad Kitties By Elizabeth Coatsworth
You may call, you may call But the little black cats won't hear you. The little black cats are maddened By the bright green light of the moon; They are whirling and running and hiding, They are wild who were once so confiding, They are crazed when the moon is riding You will not catch the kittens soon. They care not for saucers of milk, They think not of pillows of silk; Your softest, crooningest call Is less than the buzzing of flies. They are seeing more than you see, They are hearing more than you hear, And out of the darkness they peer. With a goblin light in their eyes! The Bad Kitties By Elizabeth Coatsworth
You may call, you may call But the little black cats won't hear you. The little black cats are maddened By the bright green light of the moon; They are whirling and running and hiding, They are wild who were once so confiding, They are crazed when the moon is riding You will not catch the kittens soon. They care not for saucers of milk, They think not of pillows of silk; Your softest, crooningest call Is less than the buzzing of flies. They are seeing more than you see, They are hearing more than you hear, And out of the darkness they peer. With a goblin light in their eyes! The Bad Kitties By Elizabeth Coatsworth
You may call, you may call But the little black cats won't hear you. The little black cats are maddened By the bright green light of the moon; They are whirling and running and hiding, They are wild who were once so confiding, They are crazed when the moon is riding You will not catch the kittens soon. They care not for saucers of milk, They think not of pillows of silk; Your softest, crooningest call Is less than the buzzing of flies. They are seeing more than you see, They are hearing more than you hear, And out of the darkness they peer. With a goblin light in their eyes! The Bad Kitties By Elizabeth Coatsworth
You may call, you may call But the little black cats won't hear you. The little black cats are maddened By the bright green light of the moon; They are whirling and running and hiding, They are wild who were once so confiding, They are crazed when the moon is riding You will not catch the kittens soon. They care not for saucers of milk, They think not of pillows of silk; Your softest, crooningest call Is less than the buzzing of flies. They are seeing more than you see, They are hearing more than you hear, And out of the darkness they peer. With a goblin light in their eyes! The Bad Kitties By Elizabeth Coatsworth
I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!