'Round her bare feet, hear I go, Tail twitching to and fro. When it's time to take a nap, I will jump on Tina's lap.
The life of a cat is quite contrary. I am fickle when you're merry If you wonder where that's at, It's your priv'lege when you're a cat.
When I let you stroke my fur, Do it right or I might stir. Feed me good food, not just crap, Something tasty for my cap.
The life of a cat is quite contrary. I am fickle when your merry. If you're a human who understands, I might even lick your hand.
Round her bare feet, here I go, Tail twitching to and fro. Now I think I'll take a nap, Hop across to Vicky's lap.
(I'm feeling very T.S. Elliott right now. I wrote this a few years ago and repurposed it when I got home from a visit with my sisters. It was a good Beltane)