And one cold fall day The cats come out to play As the cold wind whips The cats purr and lick Roaming through the narrow streets Meowing cats black and sleek On top of still cars Content and undisturbed so far Running and jumping and whipping their tails Climbing rails and making trails A cold breeze nips their noses As they sniff around for roses But all that's in the air Is a cold fall breeze bare Bitter and freezing But the cats continue scheming Unaware of their effect in large numbers They run out of the way of motors On that cold fall day That the cats come out to play