One ancestor, so I was told, Met a bear while prospecting for gold, The grizzly thought “lunch”, And attacked with a crunch, Ensured ancestor never grew old.
We once had a cat called Jess, Who got herself into a mess, After ten fields she’d crossed, When she stopped, she was lost, Which way was home, had to guess.
A purveyor of canine cuisine, My cousin got sucked in machine, He was chopped up and ground, Then deliciously browned, And once cooked, turned the dog food bright green.