The Hat in the Cat

Once upon a time, there was a hat.

It was a hat in a cat.

There was a cat with a hat.

In the cat.

There was a hat.

There is a brick.

It is a thick brick.

Thick bricks do thick bricking

But the brick thicks don't do no brick thicking.

There was a brick.

It was in the hat.

In the cat.

Giving it muscle cramps in the cat.

There was a brick.

There is a duck.

It is stuck.

The duck is stuck.

Dewey the duck is stuck in the muck.

For he is in the muck, stuck.

With his best friend, Puck.

Smoking gluck and clicking clucks.

And clucking hats and bricks, from the top of his ducks.

And lots of ramadrucks.

What the hell?

This makes no sense.

What have you been smoking?

What have you been pence?

I think I'm high.

I'll have a rest.

On the hat.

In the cat, with the brick stuck in the muck with the ramadruck duc...

What am I saying?

What are have you been are sniffing?

Why you are in the drifting?

Your mind is unwell.

You have a strange smell.

It is unique and addictive.

Like laxatives.

WIth hats in them.

And bricks too.

I think it's time to sleep.

Too much powder I have sniffed.

Time to take a little peep,

At the briffadriff down the lonely gr....what?