O, Kitty Cat,
The only cat we know
She'll sleep all day on couches, rug or throw.
On blan.an.kets left around by me
The best wool ones we have.
Piled high and wide
O, kitty cat, we leave these blan.an.an.kies.
Go ahead and sleep,
O, kitty cat,
Go a-ahead and sleep on your blankie.
Go on ahead and sleep on your blankie!
(... to the tune of O Canada... in homage to the blankie...)
3 comments:
So now you're doing lyrics? Were do your talents end? I think you should stick to what you do best, pottery although it was quite amusing and I did sing it. A smile to start my day.
Oh, c'mon Marilyn - you couldn't resist, could you?!
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