You crazy critter you make me say, "What the heck?"
Ornery as hell when you hang out on our deck
You've chewed our cushions, nibbled at the seams
You've pulled out the foam and hauled away reams
Three cushion before I blinked, you leave me frantic
With no way to stop you, I'm in full-blown panic
Then I wonder with fright: are you eating the foam?
That is sad beyond measure, I exhale with an Om!
I hope you are building your pad with the bits of our home
To stay warm in the cool and lay safely as we roam
Sadly there are no more cushions on the deck for you
Now I cannot wait for you to scurry without a clue!