There’s this lady down my street
Who makes me kind of sad to see
Her house is smells kind of vile
She’s an ailurophile

She’s got about ninety of them
She started hoarding since the day when
Her husband died, long ago
And to her, that was quite a blow

So she started hoarding little friends
Who love her to no end
She takes care of them all so well
Something everyone can tell

The little old lady down my street
Is actually very, very sweet
With her pets and her home she feel safe and cozy
This nice old lady is quite fogey