The Wildcat's Beginning In the beginning when all things were nice There were no wildcats, there were no mice And then one day the old man came out And said, "Let there be wildcats!" This he did shout. Then low and behold, a furry wildcat was born Meowing about on my Cwanga's farm. He said, "I'll do you no harm" With a sly little smile and plenty of charm. Oh how that wildcat could lie With a smug look and a twinkle in his eye. The struggle between the two lasted for years Sometimes with laughter and a few tears. Why o why couldn't they be friends? Love each other and make amends. The wildcat had a beginning and has an end. His death could come around the next bend. Victory over the wildcat will certainly come Give me a piece of strawberry bubble gum.
