This puma's sitting on a rock.
Two humans come walking below.
They don't notice me as they talk.
I feel ornery - doncha know!
So I growl to them, 'Hello boys, '
'Are you looking for a good time? '
'This older, knowing gal enjoys'
'Younger meat - call it cougar crime.'
They look at me, and then each one
Do both take off in frenzied dance.
One of them squeals while on the run,
'I think I'm gonna puma pants.'
Humans don't laugh like a puma?
Don't they got no sense of huma?
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