There I was sitting at home, watching a movie and suffering with this cold, not wanting to do anything. then I said maybe I'll check in with the old Mudcat. And what do I find? Cheering hordes egging me on to flights of inspiration that I may not be up to. So I dragged the keyboard closer and leave these words as my last breath escapes my body.

There's one batch of cookies almost done me in,
They were setting in the window of a kitchen
Catrin's cookies were easy to crack,
But I tasted my fingers and almost went back

Lucky Charms I did crunch 'em too,
In the box it was one hard job to do
But I foiled the Mudcatters in their toil,
When they looked inside their songs were spoiled.

And so the judge he says to me,
You're sentenced to the penitentiary
A court psychologist you must meet
After they pry him from the outhouse seat.