Goofball in his funny ways,
His ears go back in the morning haze,
He's all pissed off, what on earth for?
We won't let him in when he bangs on the door,
Graceful as a cat,
He nearly falls flat on his back.
Of course he meant to do it,
But don't laugh, cause he knew he blew it.
Eating Crunchies, Crave and 9 Lives,
Is not a habit, it's a way of life.
He earns a living eating and snoozing,
Chasing Ernie and generally carousing.
But there's a serious side, big jowls and all,
He hunts creatures large and small.
The mighty Hunter brings presents in the night,
And smugly struts in, in the morning light.
"Look what I did!" with a grin on his face,
He proceeds to take his eating place.
In spite of everything, as a matter of fact,
We have to admit Goof's a Great cat!
Poem by, Mrs. John T. Griffith
His ears go back in the morning haze,
He's all pissed off, what on earth for?
We won't let him in when he bangs on the door,
Graceful as a cat,
He nearly falls flat on his back.
Of course he meant to do it,
But don't laugh, cause he knew he blew it.
Eating Crunchies, Crave and 9 Lives,
Is not a habit, it's a way of life.
He earns a living eating and snoozing,
Chasing Ernie and generally carousing.
But there's a serious side, big jowls and all,
He hunts creatures large and small.
The mighty Hunter brings presents in the night,
And smugly struts in, in the morning light.
"Look what I did!" with a grin on his face,
He proceeds to take his eating place.
In spite of everything, as a matter of fact,
We have to admit Goof's a Great cat!
Poem by, Mrs. John T. Griffith
Goofball in his funny ways,
His ears go back in the morning haze,
He's all pissed off, what on earth for?
We won't let him in when he bangs on the door,
Graceful as a cat,
He nearly falls flat on his back.
Of course he meant to do it,
But don't laugh, cause he knew he blew it.
Eating Crunchies, Crave and 9 Lives,
Is not a habit, it's a way of life.
He earns a living eating and snoozing,
Chasing Ernie and generally carousing.
But there's a serious side, big jowls and all,
He hunts creatures large and small.
The mighty Hunter brings presents in the night,
And smugly struts in, in the morning light.
"Look what I did!" with a grin on his face,
He proceeds to take his eating place.
In spite of everything, as a matter of fact,
We have to admit Goof's a Great cat!
Poem by, Mrs. John T. Griffith
His ears go back in the morning haze,
He's all pissed off, what on earth for?
We won't let him in when he bangs on the door,
Graceful as a cat,
He nearly falls flat on his back.
Of course he meant to do it,
But don't laugh, cause he knew he blew it.
Eating Crunchies, Crave and 9 Lives,
Is not a habit, it's a way of life.
He earns a living eating and snoozing,
Chasing Ernie and generally carousing.
But there's a serious side, big jowls and all,
He hunts creatures large and small.
The mighty Hunter brings presents in the night,
And smugly struts in, in the morning light.
"Look what I did!" with a grin on his face,
He proceeds to take his eating place.
In spite of everything, as a matter of fact,
We have to admit Goof's a Great cat!
Poem by, Mrs. John T. Griffith
