Charlotte the Bobcat
A bobcat named Charlotte with lips of bright scarlet
Went out to gather some berries
She never could eat her friends made of meat
But her friends all the same found her scary
"Miss Quack," said the cat to a duck in a hat,
"Have you dewberry or boysen?"
Miss Quack just took flight in a flutter of white
And shot Charlotte a look of pure poison
And then at the house of a mouse in a blouse
Poor Charlotte could get no assistance
For she came up the walk, heard the snick of the lock,
And was told to remain at a distance
Said Charlotte, "I worry that what makes them scurry
Is fear that I'll feast on their fingers,
I'm stuck with no food and a bad attitude,
And still my appetite lingers."
But while Charlotte talked, she'd been secretly stalked
By old, friendly Bobo the Bear
He saw her all mopey and all misanthrope-y,
And knew he had berries to spare
Said Bobo, both chummy and rubbing his tummy,
"I've got what you want if you ask it,
Just give me the word and I will proffer
More berries than fit in your basket."
Her face filled with bliss and she gave him a kiss
And the mark on his cheek was bright scarlet
To his great delight he had ended the plight
Of a sweet, harmless bobcat named Charlotte.