One cat, two cats, three cats

“Thar be cats here!” Gun Roswell

One cat, two cats, three cats

At first, one solemn cat appeared
Then another joined it on the pier
Then a third one from somewhere
Came along side the two dears
Turning my head along the beach
I thought that the total number had reached
But as I turned back to take a look
Something really inside me shock
The litter had grown to a number so high
I thought it was about to take flight
The cats had come out en masse
And it wasn’t any kind of religious mass
As they all started to meow
It would have scared the farmers cow
The noises raining everywhere so loudly
As the felines were singing proudly
Then an instant it all stopped
And before anyone realized
All them cats, were gone