Gang Rule

The three black cats that live by my nan
Gang up at dusk and strut about looking tough
A trio of hoods who rule the estate, man!
"So give us ya Whiskas or we get rough!"

The moggy mob rule, it is here to stay
In this seaside town there is always fish.
Three cool cats that control the alley way
Looking for cod, plaice or bass on a dish.

They sing a cat's chorus out on the tiles
A miaow tune just so she, the queen, smiles.

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