Children’s Rhyme: Cyhydedd hir: Criss the Cat

Pete Criss was a catwe were fine with thatsitting on his matas a cat should Until one fine daywhich one I can't sayPetey ran awaymisunderstood All the world to seehe wanted to beable to play freeand now he could He travelled the landwith drum sticks in handand joined a rock bandhis life was good The … Continue reading Children’s Rhyme: Cyhydedd hir: Criss the Cat