My friends lived in a house by the river but they moved away.
Their garden looked nearly like a jungle.
That's the way it stayed...

Their mother had a thing with cats.
She had nearly ten.
Now they're gone and the garden's all alone but the cats are still there.

Freaky cats no longer eat rats.
They took control oh no!
They sneak around waiting for another fool to feed them with himself.

Looking back now it's not that strange.
They'd been traumatized by my friend.
He used to throw them through the secound floor window.
Put them in a paper box and spin it round and round...