they eat the tinsel and the mistletoe
the chew the Christmas lamps until thy blow
then they swallow one and watch the glow
as it travels through their stomach and intestines

a cat with food you can not trust
it never knows whether to sh*t or burst
And I'm never sure which outcome is the worst
As they revel in the joys of overeating

A Mogs your friend except at christmas time
When it suddenly gets this urge to climb
And sticks up 2 fingers to "old lang syne"
As it revels in an orgy of destruction