I thought I saw an Agropuss when I was out one day

The morning it was moisty as the clouds all surfed away

But it was not an Agropuss that caught my skandric eye:

A Blunderhound had chanced upon my path and loundly cried...

“Who dares to trip, this moisty morn, upon this field of mine?

I must insist – ‘No Tresspassers’” Did you not see the sign?

His jaungreen eye was stalking me as trembling there I stood

His slathing lips licked hungrily at thought of my fresh blood.

Alas I had not read the words to which my crime was mooted,

And Blunderhound said “Tresspassers must be propped up and shooted.”

I cried, I grovelled, I pled, I crawled, I begged on tremblus  knees,

But Blunderhound with jaws ope’d wide, grinned, “lunch beneath dark trees.”

I promised if he’d let me go, I‘d never make a fuss

And that was when I saw the shade of scratchious Agropuss!

His face was blue. His look was black

His tail hissed wildly on his back

Snapped like a whip and then flew back

On Blunderhound with grutious crack.

The claws slatched wild through flesh and fur,

The hound was gashed from ear to ear.

Then agropuss began to purr

And licked his lips –

“You’re next my dear!”