Off the girl goes,
Running swift and quick,
Only five minutes left,
Will she make it?
She is hot on the trail,
Pushing through brush,
The opening ahead,
She shoves through branches,
A bush lies ahead,
Underneath are plants,
The lamb's ear plant,
The grass growing green,
But most of all the catnip,
Three feet tall they shoot,
Electric green,
Bright and bold,
Proud and tall,
The catnip is magnificent.