The Cat and the Canary are soon to meet Each in their own seaworthy boat, For either or both it would be quite a feat If in May, they were still afloat, And not just for them, but for the bottom ten Or so, the picture is the same, Any result seems possible, when Any of them meet in a game, Cats seem to win every game in the Cup With notable victories there, But their league form is hard to dress up To more than just average fare, Canaries the same, have been both hot and cold With some ´cold´ more arctic in fact, But each time they hit some storm winds they´ve been bold In the next game, and so bounced back, And in these quick-fire times of sacking folk Chris Hughton is still at the wheel, Universally acknowledged as a ´good bloke´ But with dubious Wearside appeal, And after a time with P. Di Canio The Cats said enough is enough, And waved farewell to that fiery cameo Hoping Poyet can do his stuff, So what to expect this coming Saturday When predator hosts the wee bird, Although the moggy likes stalking its prey In flight, the canary´s assured, I think a stalemate would seem on the cards On the long road which ends in May, And for both, a point, would nose them forwards To the next encounter on their way.
