FORT		Mental's poetry   <--- Jim ---> <--- Beavers ---> Jim  I have a cat, his name is Jim I tried to teach him how  to swim, I tried to teach him how to fly, And all he did was meow and cry I should have named him Tim, you know, Definitely not Bob or Joe. Not Steve, Not Jeff, Not Kev, no way, I'm better off naming him night or day. His nose is like a strawberry, His eyes are like peas, His teeth are like spears, He doesn't like cheese.  Back to top Beavers  The sun sets over the water’s edge, As the tree limbs hang over the green hedge. The air is fogged from this cool night, Just opposite, as the sun was bright. The day is over, the crickets sing, Until the day starts up again. As the sun rises up, the air not chilled, That’s why the beavers start to build.  Back to top