The Catamahat

The Catamahat is the life of the party

He's always a sight to behold

He'll jump through the ceiling

To get a cheap laugh

And repeat it until it gets old

The Catamahat is a danger to all

He's a threat to himself and the world

He can't draw the line

But he surely will snort it

Then climb up a tree like a squirrel

The Catamahat is enabled too often

Because he is desperate for friends

He'll chop off his arm

So he won't be forgotten

Like dreams or the last summer's trends

The Catamahat is a fool, he's an oaf

But his heart beats honest and true

If given a chance

And a therapist's couch

He could be as admired as you!