Kitty cats come and go,
Some fast, some slow.
Not me, I'm here to stay,
That is, if I have my way.
I laze on Mama's bed,
After I've been fed.
I'm here to stay,.
If I have my way.
I hear footsteps down the hall,
And hear Mama's plaintive call,
Abandon Mama's bed I must,
Of she will turn me into dust.
A cat I must become,
Not a queen upon her throne,
Because I want to stay,
That is, if I have my way.