Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic
Walking on the wooden floor –
His claws need trimming
Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic
Walking on the wooden floor –
His claws need trimming
When breaking the fast
As the sun heads to the west –
The sweet taste of dates
I like to play chess
And I’m fond of haikus too –
See what I did there?