...rhyme to twas the night before christmas...
Twas the holiday season and all through the rescue,
The cats were all roaring and chuffing a few.
Their bellies were full with large meaty meals,
In hopes that all days would give such full feels.
The leopards were snug curled up in their straw,
The tigers all resting not raising a paw.
The cougars in boxes, the bobcats in cedar,
The Christmas decor, it couldn't have been neater.
When out in the center there rose such a clatter,
All the lions started fussing expressing the matter.
Away to the fence line, the tigers they dashed,
Servals went running as if lightning just flashed.
The moon shining bright on the midnight dew grass,
Gave luster of feeding as if the gator would pass.
When what to the cats wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight giant reindeer.
With a little old driver so lively and real,
In a moment they thought 'an eight Christmas deer meal!'
How excited they were, the cats acting tame,
They roared, chuffed, and growel each willing name.
Come to Ula, no to Pecha, to Lester, or Max,
Those deer look tasty, just look at those rax (racks)!
But they didn't land here fore Santa gave whistle,
And away from the center like down of a thistle.
But they heard him exclaim as he made them a deal,
Merry Christmas to all, and tomorrow a huge meal!