King of Lions, Heaven Bound
His fur smelled of dust;
And cobwebs that covered his face
He found me to show me his new look
That he had gone and made.
I started laughing,
He wasn't happy.
He charged me like a raging lion;
He was being comical, he's robust
I was laughing so hard, I was crying
It made my stomach hurt, I'd bust.
He was this tiny kitten then;
Still is a tiny kitty in my heart
My love for my cat will never fade
Mischief's my world, he's my parade.
I bid wishes to you in my serenade;
Of tuna, chicken, or a salmon tray
Eat as if you were, King of Lions
You are King of Lions, Heaven Bound.
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