Cats round my ankles
Cats on the bed
Feed them every morning
Must be soft in the head
Cats at play
Cats in my in tray
Nothing that I teach them
Don't hear a word I say
They howl at night
Moan by day
When you want them
They go away
When you don't
By your legs they stay
You feed them at eight
They're hungry by nine
They finish their own meal and
Then they come for mine
Cats round my ankles
Cats on the bed
Feed them every morning
Must be soft in the head
Feed them every morning
Must be soft in the head