The Little Pussycat
The little pussycat
I’m just a little pussycat
I stretch and yawn and purr
I laze around the fireside
And groom my silky fur
I sit upon my mistress lap
And let her stroke my head
Give a little meow
So she knows I must be fed
When the night time comes along
I sit there by the door
I hear the sound of silence
And it’s time to go explore
When I’m out upon the street
I spit and fight and scowl
No longer just a pussycat
I’m a panther on the prowl
I hide amongst the shadows
Where it’s really hard to see
And chase away the other cats
Within my territory
I arch my back and stand up tall
And never show no fear
I howl like a werewolf
Whenever they come near
With mouse in mouth I head back home
When the birds begin to sing
My mistress then will open the door
And I try to sneak it in
No, no, no, not again
I’ll hear my mistress scream
In exchange for the dead old mouse
She’ll give me a bowl of cream
Then I’ll settle by the fireside
Contentedly I’ll purr
While away the daylight hours
Wash my paws and fur
I’ll stretch and yawn take a nap
Scratch along the mat
My mistress is so proud of me
I’m her little pussycat
Copyright © Robert Broadbent | Year Posted 2018
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