Father brought home a bug, us cats to scare,
But none of us even turned a hair.

It was made of velvet and wound with a key.
He put it down and laughed with glee.

I looked at it and was only bored,
While Satan, the bug he only ignored.

Smokey watched it out of sight,
He just did that to be polite.

You just can't scare us cats, by Gee,
Not Smokey, or Satan, or Muffet (that's me).