Lady Super-Market with an apple in her basket,

Knocks on the manager's door.

Grooning to the Muzak from a speaker in the shoe rack,

Lays out her goods on the floor.

Everything she's chosen is conveniently frozen.

"Eat it and come back for more"



Lady Window-Shopper with a new one in the hopper

Whips up a chemical brew.

Talking to a neighbor while she polishes her sabre,

Knows how to flavor a stew.

Never needs to worry with a tin of Hurry-Curry.

"Poisoned especially for you."



No use to complain if you're caught out in the rain.

You're mother's quite insane.

Cat food, cat food, cat food, again!



Lady Yellow-Stamper with a fillet in the hamper,

Dying to finish the course.

Goodies for the table with a fable on the label,

Drowning in Miracle Sauce.

Don't think I am that rude if I tell you that it's cat food,

"Not even fit for a horse."