Wicked evil Pricilla was having sinister thoughts.
As usual she was watching her big black pot.
No this can’t happen, no it must not.
She watched Sarah sewing the dress,
the dress she did make.
She saw Misses Plum busy making the cake.
This was too much; it was all she could take.

Because right then and there she started to shake.
Her eye’s were squinty she could barely see.
Her fist were clenched, she yelled no this can’t be.
All of a sudden the pot started to boil.
She leaned in to see what was this turmoil.
Well as mad as she was I guess she must have forgot.
She got a little to close and fell into the pot.

Now Clawed being nosey he took a strolled into town.
He was steping quite proudly and looking at the grounds.
When right behind him, he heard such a strange sound.
It was Princess Sophia’s gown swooshing around.
Oh look Edward at the cat I have found.
The princess picked Clawed up and took him back to the castle.
Where of course they all live happily ever after.