The Racing Cats
By Laura Greenall
It seems from the heavens they came
Hundreds of them to play the game
But only one cat would run to fame
For all the world his name to proclaim
I entered my cat. Her name is Sue
My brother entered his racing cat too
A big brute whose name is Blue
Another came from Kalamazoo
They lined up in groups of ten
The winners would then contend
But only on cat could win in the end
It mattered not, for we were all friends
The racing cats from County Cork
Were the only ones to make the mark
One took off as though he had tork
Shades of Dallas, his name was South Fork
South Fork was the best cat in the land
He was paraded with a big brass band
His proud owner thought it was grand
And toasted his cat with Old Granddad
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