And they strode away
Gracefully without a say.

In an appalling night like this,
Mr Mongrel held the hand of the miss,
In a scary night without a rest,
Strolling down, gently, into a forest
Where passed by no boys
And no ape made a noise.

Mr Mongrel stood there, and there he sang,
And there he sang to Miss Feline, in a tongue,
And his words woke up the...