He just can’t help it…
Something to do with the plastic…
Or the fact that it had A&M printed on it…
His look of determination told me,
He wanted my steak…
Quick as a flash he’d nabbed it,
Flung it to the ground,
and jumped down to carry it off!
He didn’t get very far!
With a loud clap I shooed him off and he retreated to ‘home base,’
where his look said,
“What did I do?”
…As if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth!