Bubble and Squeak
Bubble and Squeak are not to eat
For Bubble and Squeak are cats,
Bubble and Squeak are black and white
And both completely bats.
Squeak climbs halfway up the wall
And tears the chairs to shreds,
He leaps across the garden pond
And sleeps in flower beds.
Bubble goes out hunting,
He catches shrews and mice
And brings them in as pressies,
“Oh thank you - very nice!”
They don’t like going on their hols
And goodness, what a task it
Is to catch each awkward one in turn
And put them in the basket.
They really are a pair of scamps
I’d often like to clout ‘em,
But when it comes right down to it
I wouldn’t be without ‘em.