Whereforth art the kittens, Isibella, Isibella?
Why doth they long for the spring?
Nearer, o, nearer, mine heart holdeth thee dearer
As long as the first scent of spring draws me nearer
To thee, to thee.
O stretch thou thy paws high, and sing, sing,
so stretch thou thy paws high and sing.

Strange as it seems,
November schemes,
For Isi bears the moonlight gleam.

For as I saw
This fluffy awe
Ricardo, memes, on me bestow!

She melts my heart,
This kitten-****
Propels me from the very start!

Yet, fill my soul!
And make me whole
Till I have reached the final goal.

You moonshine light,
That fills the night,
With lunar gleam and kitten blight.

And dear sweet cat,
I'll tell you that,
I'm fond of you, from sole to hat.

Of ears and tail,
I shall not fail
To feel your floof beyond the pale.

And they shall love
This morning dove
That's you, who's sent from up above.

Ah! Isi dear,
You make me steer
Towards your sight, your kitten-gear.

This kitten-gear!
So sweet and sheer
*******-knots dispel my fear.

*******-knots
And dazzling Goths
Victorian air, I breath a lot!

Sing high, my soul,
From pole to pole,
That you, my cat-girl, make me whole!

Isi, who in true love dwell
Make my heart with grandeur swell
With thy blessed loveliness,
(ne'er a damsel in distress)
In this life where sweetness grows,
And the light thy radiance shows,
In thy vaguest mysteries,
And in every power that is
At thy power put down feet
Glory as it ever meet.