"You remember ol' Catspaw, How could you not, dear?
"Blows thru a possum, and drinks Belgian beer.
And regarding the banjo he knows not from shite,
But plunks on his tipple by day and by night.

Recently, He's asked the size of my shoe,
As to his meaning, I haven't a clue.
Karl Marx and his brothers, perhaps understand,
Dear Mary, we have here a sick-minded man!