Kitty Cat (Pitter Pat, Pitter Pat)
Here comes the kitty cat
Pitter pat, pitter pat.
Searching for a willing hand
To pet and scratch his back
He squeezes through my doorway
And I see his long tail sway.
He walks with so much grace,
I swear he knows ballet
He spots me snuggled up in bed
As he slowly strolls ahead.
I know he’s set his target
I just hope he doesn’t shed.
Even though my bed is steep
He needs only one great leap
To pounce on top the mattress
And land in one big furry heap
Then he cautiously begins to crawl
Making sure he does not fall
Over blankets, legs and sheets
To his favorite place to sprawl
I reach over to stroke his fur
As I hear his gentle purr
His feet are at his head
But he’s comfortable I’m sure
Shh, be quiet boys!
Quit banging on your toys
You’ll wake the sleeping kitty
Quit making so much noise!
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