There was a cat
who lived in a box.
It had some kittens
one of which was named Fox.
Fox had a sister
and a brother.
All of the kittens
loved their mother.
Fox couldn't see
and couldn't flee,
so he crawled and bucked
until he sucked
some milk
which felt like silk.
Fox stayed there for ten days
while his mother gave way
until little Fox decided to open
his eyes, they were hopin'.
However, Fox's eyes never peeled
and all hope had been appealed.
His siblings opened their eyes
and later cried
about their blind brother
who might need a good mother.
Little Fox learned to walk
by trial and error and little talk.
He learned to hunt using his ears
and became a kitty that could hear.
His smell earned him extra treats
that might have taught him how to eat.
Fox learned his surrounding via touch
and he didn't learn very much.
Fox was not that old
when his mother got too cold.
Fox's mother died
and almost everyone cried.
Fox stayed strong
and lived for very long.
He found a kitten on the street
and gave her something to eat.
Fox cared for the foster
unlike the way her parents lost her.
Fox lived to hear her grow
but Fox felt it was very slow.
Fox met a female kitty sitting on a mat
and realized he was a grown cat.
Fox learned her name
which was "fame".
They had some fun
under the sun.
They slept on the same mat
and talked about catching rats.
They slowly became friends
and their relationship depends
on the fax that Fox wasn't a fox.
Fox and Fame became partners on the equniox.
Then Fame wanted a child
and Fox liked the idea so much he went wild
so they became husband and wife
with little strife.
Fox and Fame waited
a long while
while Fame grew large
with their child.
Fame gave birth
in a box
and the eyeballs peeled
of now father Fox.
This is a rewording of The Cremation of Sam McGee