choral music by Nell Clowder

for my beloved Anna Banana

I want in, I want out.
I am the cat, I have clout.

It's so lovely, I'll sit in the sun.
Grass tastes good but it sticks to my tongue.
(It happens to everyone.)
The neighbor's tomcat, watch me make him run -
Run, Fang, run!
I think I have a ha-ir ball…
It's done.

I want in, I want out.
I must go and roam about.

Pretty little itty bitty baby birdie come to kitty,
Darling dainty tasty tweety come.
Here's the cat on the hunt for prey
She stalks, lying so low in the grass,
She can't be seen.
Little by little she sneaks…up on…the…!
I didn't want it anyway.

It's so lovely, I'll sit in the sun.
Grass tastes good but it sticks to my tongue.
(It happens to everyone.)
The neighbor's bulldog, watch me make him run -
Run, Butch, run!
I think I have a ha-ir ball…
What fun.

I'll let you kiss me if I'm not too busy.
There is so much that's interesting, worth digesting.
What could this be? Such a mystery!
With nine lives you indulge curiosity.

Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two …

Very sneaky, very sneaky,
I'll have fun until I'm sleepy,
I'm the one, the one, the one, the one, the one!