You jump you run and climb up through the air
You swipe you grab at things as if you were a little bear
You follow every move I make, even on the *****
You attack the flying bugs as if you were a Don Gotti.

My little love you are so sweet
Unless you are attacking my feet
You have an attitude like no other
I am so thankful to be your mother.

I call you Squish
You are more than any wish
That I could have prayed
You have got to be spayed.