Pussies Mustn’t Fight

Tim bit Tom
Were pussy-cats.
They wore fine coats
And snowy spats.

One fine day, I don’t know how,
Those pussy-cats began a row.

Tim bit Tom and Tom bit Tim.
Long raged the battle, fierce and grim.

They ripped the air with howls and wails.
Now all that’s left of them are tails.

So, my friends, as you can see,
A fight may lead to misery!