The King of the Bed


Oreo thinks he's the king of the bed,
I wonder what's going on in his head?
I don't know where he got the idea from,
Because honestly, I think it's kind of dumb.

Oreo thinks he's the king of the room,
I bet there'd be a pretty strong fume!
Why? There'd be ab overload of food,
Maybe he'd be in some sort of good mood!

Oreo thinks he's the king of the house,
Even though he only chases a silly mouse.
What would he do with that house of his?
Would he fill it would toys, or keep it as is?

Oreo thinks he's the king of the state,
If not one maybe eight!
Oreo wants to be the king of it all,
And rule from his perch at the top of a wall.

Oreo thinks he's the king of the world,
Does he think our planet can be flipped and twirled?
He thinks he's the king of everything now,
But all he can do, is let out a squeaky 'meow.'

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