AT...
I open my eyes and know where I'm at.
I hear a noise and see my cat.
A knock at the door, so I grab my bat.
There's old lady Pat on my door mat.
I put down the bat.
She says" Don't do that.
There's a robber in my house,
and I could use that."
We go to the house of old lady Pat.
Find that the robber is a teenage brat.
Old lady Pat
picks up the bat
and hits the young boy
where he should've had a hat.
I grab my bat
and my cat.
Say goodbuy to old lady Pat
and the teenage brat
wipe my feet on my door mat.
Go inside where I'm safe where I'm at.
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