Parody no. 5

The 'nats go walking up the hill,
(Harrumph, harrumph!)
Although they hadn't got the will,
(They clumph, they clumph!)
Then all of them stopped, now all of them still,
And one of them tripped and stumbled until,
He fell, and tumbled
All the way down to Brazil!
(I heard that his scream was quite shrill.)

The 'nats where not a friendly bunch,
(Oh no, oh no!)
They weren't to fuss about their lunch,
(We know, we know!)
Then one quiet night, came they in a bunch,
And one whom they thought they would like to munch
Was killed, sliced up, and
Eaten for supper and brunch!
(I heard he went well with the punch.)

The 'nats came by a scratch-cat brown,
(Miaow, miaow!)
She grinned like some demonic clown,
(What now, what now?)
Then all of them ran, which made the cat frown,
But one who had fallen asleep upside-down
Was snapped up, right then;
He thought he'd have rather to drown!
(I heard it was told throughout town.)

The 'nats were shaken up by this,
(For sure, for sure!)
But they weren't subject to cowardice,
(Mature, mature!)
Then all of a sudden, a human appiss,
With a can of Mortein, that never could miss,
And they all lay, twitching,
Defeated by this artifice!
(I heard it by parenthesis.)

One 'nat was all that was left by morn',
(How sad, how sad!)
But he thought it poetically awkward to mourn,
(Egad, egad!)
He saw how it was, although he was torn,
He knew of it right from the day he was born,
So he com-mit-ted,
Suicide without adorn.
(I heard that he used a rose-thorn.)