Song Cat Poems

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Details | Quatrain |
I saw a cat quartet within my dodgy dream,
Sorta started worryin' that I'd gone off the beam,
Really began to wonder if my mind was gettin' weak,
They had their own language that only they could speak.

While Cat number 1 was teachin' me the talk,
Old number 2 was showin' me the walk,
I walked over to 3 like I was struttin' the town,
4 said, "Dang, Holmes, I think you got it down."

And I kept on walkin,' past number 3,
Next thing you know they're all yellin' at me,
And I mean howlin' with a haughty disdain,
Was thinkin' to myself, "Man, this is gonna be a pain."

Well they read me out the law right there, they gave me all the cites,
"When you try to get private, you pirate away our rights,"
"You gotta stick close to us, stay within the hive,"
"If you don't get with it then you'll meet Cat 5."

"We need that close access, need you to stay put,"
"We want to keep in tight, be right underfoot."
"This a serious deal, this ain't no random jive,"
"You hang right with us or we'll call Cat 5."

Well now I was thinkin,' I'd seen no such cat alive,
"Maybe like a Boogeyman, ain't no real 5."
But old Cat 3 saw me, he knew where I was at,
He said, "Oh no, man, 5's a real Cat."

"And when you talk about him, you use that capital C,"
"'Cuz he's the biggest baddest Cat there'd ever likely be."
Right then I saw that number 4 was pushin' out a baby grand,
Number 1 told me, "Oh yeah, man, we got a country band."

Cat 2 produced a fiddle, and handed out the pirate hats,
Cat 3 tuned up a banjo, Cat 1 - a cricket bat.
2 told me, "Stay with us, bud, we'll never steer you wrong."
He tapped a foot, pulled a whisker, they started to play their song.

"Inbred Man"
Copyright 2016 Magnetic Kitty Music
(Written and performed by Pirate Cat and the Privateers)
(Produced by Authentic Cat Productions)

I was always a country boy,
Stacked tobacco old and new,
My grandma Sue and my grandpa Roy,
Helped us raise our pigs and chew.

I fed my daddy's huntin' dog,
I knew his mistress ewe,
And momma, sis, and our pet hog,
Were christened Sue and Sue and Sue.

Inbred man, inbred man...  <----(really let the vocals soar here)
Concentratin' all my genes just the best that I can...

My daddy raised chickens in our oven, 
And he gave to me the key,
He said, "Son, when it comes to lovin,'
We keep it in the family."

Some days my eyes don't quite uncross,
And I tend to break out in hives.
My daddy said, "See here, Hoss,
We don't do plural wives."

"One wife is all this life should yield,
And I'll lay it out for you.
No use in lookin' far afield,
There sits your sister Sue."

At that point the cats quit playin,'
For a click came from the door,
By the side of the room, I'm sayin,'
Where the piano had come with 4.

Cats 1 through 3 didn't look too bad,
Cat 4 shut down the tape drive,
I didn't care, I was just glad,
We were gonna see Cat 5!

And then it all fell apart, ah man, I mean,
I was in a room with no cats to be seen,
And some clown was screaming down in the lobby,
Because like an idiot, he'd run a spear clean through his leg.
Now, dagnabbit - I had sort of wanted to hear the end of the song,
I figured the main character was gonna go ahead and marry his sister,
And then they'd have a daughter and name her Sue.
Hmm... Come to think of it, that song is a mite insensitive.
But mostly I was mad because now I'd never see Cat 5.
It had already made me so mad that things had stopped rhyming,
And I kept thinking about it, kept getting even madder and madder yet,
And then the doggone poem ended.

Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

                    How much is the cat in the window?
                   The one that’s standing up
                 How much is the cat in the window?
               I do hope that kitty is for sale

                 I don’t want a turtle or a snake
               I don’t want a bowl of fish or a guinea pig 
               I don’t want a cute rabbit or a bird
              You can’t give them things a hug

                 How much is the cat in the window?
               The one that’s standing up
                I have a slight problem at home
                And if I have a cat then maybe
                 the rat will  leave

Copyright © John Long | Year Posted 2007

Details | Verse |
We're going to the kitty kat, kitty kat, kitty kat.
Going to the kitty kat.
Kitty kat farm..

We're takin' a trip.
We're takin' it now.
We're takin' a trip.
Gotta get out of town..

There's lots of girls.
And lots of fun.
Down at the kitty kat.
The Kitty kat farm..
We're gonna find kitty, at the kitty kat farm..

And on that kitty kat.
You're gonna see a pretty kat.
On that kitty kat.
Kitty kat farm..

So we're going to the kitty kat, kitty kat, kitty kat.
Going to the kitty kat.
Kitty kat farm..

Copyright 2005,2014..
Kitty Kat Farm Song By Kim Robin Edwards
ALL rights reserved..

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad |
My cat went a roaming to find a new home.
Sing kitty,sing katty,sing Oh!
This cat was so clever he had his own comb.
Look up,now look down,stone the crows!

He went into the neighbours' and drank all their milk.
Sing,fridge raiding kitties.No,No!
Then he laid himself down on a piece of fine silk.
Sing,what the dickens,my lovely pillow!

He went to the butcher and ate all the steak.
Sing greedy,he's ruined my flow.
Then he went to the hairdresser for a shampoo.
Where else can a puttitat go?

He had no plastic,no money,no cheque!
Sing,cheater,sing creature,sing woe.
She sent for a Copper who paid the cat's bill.
And so  my puss came out all aglow.

Now my cat was glossy and plump and refreshed.
Sing:fancy,it all goes to show.
So he came home and said this place is best.
And he picked up his cello and bow.

He scraped some Sibelius and also some Grieg.
Sing: Northern lights can always glow.
But,he looked so self satisfied,I felt annoyed....
One should not let one's narcissism show.

But he was so handsome,I was glad he came home.
Sing,grateful,sing katefull,sing Ho!
And I hope he will never again want to roam.
Sing glory.sing story;Sing So!

Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Garfield Sparky, and Rusty got together
They were sitting on top of the rough fence
Rusty gathered a few more friends together
They all assembled on the grass in the yard
Garfield took out his wand and tapped it gently
Everyone got together and settled down

Garfield raised his wand then they began to sing
Everyone sang in in harmony a song they enjoyed
It was a beautiful sound to the ears
A crowd gathered around to listen to them
Happy they did to hear the song
Everyone enjoyed the concert.

Copyright © Darlene De Beaulieu | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
The cats get fat 
on the blood of the poor 
They live in ease 
while their people are treated like fleas
brushed away to die! 

Power to the people, overthrow the order, 
all the power to the proletariat! 

Hollow words through the mind 
hollowed by a bullet in the skull 
sent to prison for a view 
Anger and Hate for the Communist!

Power to me, I am the order, 
follow me or you betray the proletariat! 

Hollow words through the mind 
hollowed by a bullet in the skull 
Sent to the labor camp, educated in pain
life made undone by a Communist! 

Long the revolution that can never stop
regardless of how many dead of the proletariat! 

Another cat gets fat
on the blood of the poor 
They live in ease 
while their people are treated like fleas 
sent away to die!

Copyright © Sorin Marius | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Cat sleeps for yarning in between
So different and keen

Gets up from,  feeling numb
Indeed the cat is always dumb

Then the cat attacked me with anger
When I just wanted to see the cubs of her

When I used to love her so much
She has shown in me no trust

She has hurt me 
even after knowing me

So stupid I was
Never so shocked I was

Copyright © khalid raza | Year Posted 2006

Details | Couplet |

With claws like mine my name sure ain't Santa
As a matter of fact I'm locally known as Diana 

I sit in my window and wave  at the other cats passing by
I'm not much for chatter I just give them a wink of eye

Those eyes are blue and they glow in the dark
Like that Cheshire Cat whose eyes were there even
when he was not

But a wink won't say much about the tiger within 
I'm full of spice and vinegar and maybe a little bit 
of sin

I'd invite you in but the claws I mentioned don't work 
on door knobs
But they're real good for kneading biscuits and other 
odd jobs

I'll say Ta Ta it's now time for my din
If you pass by I'm sure you'll see me in the window 

Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2017