Stalker Bud, Stalker Bud, Stalker Bud

Stalker Bud, Stalker Bud, Stalker Bud,
What a giant lump of a fuddy dud,
Such a dark mound creepily waddling about,
Yelling out such tiny little meow shouts,
Slinking and slithering towards little M.U.S.K.y,
Joints creaking and cracking from being rusty,
Barely hiding behind small stacks,
Delighting in fake attacks,
Following her with your giant marble green eyes,
Watching her prance away from where you lie,
And your poor little heart thumps so fast,
As her fluffy gray tail sails barely beyond your grasp,
And your owners laugh in great delight,
Watching kitty love bloom in plain sight,
But alas, we know all tales must sadly end,
For Stalker Bud your heart will eventually mend,
From the cruel taunting of the M.U.S.K.y M.U.S.K.,
And you will contently bask in the evening dusk,
Surrounded by food, friends, food and food,
Which always puts you in a happy mood.