Hiss, hiss, hiss, meow, meow, meow
I will sing you a song of the feline dreams
Lives are not all tuna fish, although it sometimes seems
We long for a place where we can sleep
and a quiet meadow where we can creep
To find the bird that is singing our song
We will pounce, it really does not take long
And now I sit in all my glory
I am estimating the size of my personal territory
There is enough room for many mice
If they venture too near, they will pay their price
It is time for me to go, there is a call of the wild
Tuna fish is ready, a food that is so mild.
Hiss, hiss, hiss, meow, meow, meow
You may all join in the chorus.
Lovely, Tabby T.!
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It is No 1 in the feline hit parade
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Hiss, hiss, hiss, meow, meow, meow! Sing on, Tabby T!
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Although it can get a bit heavy on the ears.
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Hiss hiss hiss Meow meow meow. Purrfect song.๐ป๐ธ๐พ๐พ๐พ
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Tabby is definitly musically gifted.
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