Lars Have His! Shun Cat!

Since the crash, it's been 3 days
3 days, no food and water
Just me and Lars survived this long
And the kitten for my daughter

I brought it for her birthday
She always wanted one
I hope, when she gets word of my demise
She knows I bought her one

Lars and I we split our food
But it still went real quick
I shared my rations with the cat
But not the Swedish guy, that prick

"Lars Have His!" He'd laugh at me
 As I was slowly dying
"Shun cat! You eat!" He'd plea,
But I was deaf to his crying

They found the crash, three weeks later
I was long gone by then
Even Lars with his hoard, did no better
All they found was a cat and two half-eaten men.

The End

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