Cat From Mars and Pickle Jars

My feet swelled up the size of cars. After a visit from a cat named Mars. He swiftly returned home above the stars, Leaving my feet stranded in two pickle jars I heard his voice doing hardy-har-hars “Help me please!” I screamed to my neighbor Lars He was wearing headphones, and was polishing cars. I sang “Old Dan Tucker”, just a few bars. Two TV reporters stopped their cars. They filmed my feet, in those Mason jars I told them about the cat named Mars Who is still tee heeing those “hardy-har-hars.” The neighbors began pointing me out at bars. My friends shunned me in nears and fars. That cat came home, from his trip to Mars. And I settled down with my man named Lars.