Lyrics ©2000 by Catherine Faber;
Melody traditional: Dido Bendigo
is Princess, Prancer, Capriole's the dancer;
Charcoal is the one who's always sleeping;
There is Snowball, Rollo, Sunshine and Apollo;
And me, I'm the ninth cat in our keeping.
Now Princess being
young and her lessons just beginning
She may forget her manners something shocking
Gladly she will spring on a trailing bit of string
And gleefully she'll mangle any stocking.
Now cats get
underfoot and I sometimes throw them out
And most go stalking off and never mind it
But Charcoal being old likes to come out of the cold
And his way into the house I cannot find it.
Now we mostly live
in peace, but I have to be admitting
That sometimes there's some cuffing and some hissing.
So when the count is done, our lives would number 81
But here and there a piece of one is missing.
Being what we are,
why we seek the softest places
And usually the battle's to the strongest.
Every couch and every chair is a matted mess of hair
And mine is the hair that is the longest!
leaves a mouse lying dead around the house
And a housemate the body discovers
You may be certain that they just come out shouting
And once again I catch the blame for others.