There was once a young Tom an educated cat, now how could a king possibly cope with that.
Run from the thrown on which he sat, take a chance with the cat in the hat?
There was sand in his pit, therefore throw a tantrum and fit.
Run with his Teddy, for he is not ready,
to argue with the younger set, who had proved as one might bet,
that here was an ass in disguise, rather than one of the old and wise.
