Don’t remember where this came from, but it fits:
A tired old tabby Named Kettle McGinn Lay by the fireplace As twilight drew in
His weary old head Sank low where he lay And he dreamed of the glory Of some other day
He dreamed of the mousies He never quite caught Of places he’d been And some that he ought
He dreamed of the springtime Of haylofts and hay And patches of sunbeams That warmed where he lay
He dreamed of the fishes And birds that took flight Of bull frogs and glow worms That light up the night
He dreamed of adventures And a kitty named Chloe And butterfly chased A long time ago
But Kettle McGinn Is tired and old And lays by the hearth As the ember grow cold
So play, little kitties And run as you will Tilt at the windmill And covet the hill
Run through the garden And dance as you may Remember, sweet kitties Today is the day
Don’t remember where this came from, but it fits:
A tired old tabby Named Kettle McGinn Lay by the fireplace As twilight drew in
His weary old head Sank low where he lay And he dreamed of the glory Of some other day
He dreamed of the mousies He never quite caught Of places he’d been And some that he ought
He dreamed of the springtime Of haylofts and hay And patches of sunbeams That warmed where he lay
He dreamed of the fishes And birds that took flight Of bull frogs and glow worms That light up the night
He dreamed of adventures And a kitty named Chloe And butterfly chased A long time ago
But Kettle McGinn Is tired and old And lays by the hearth As the ember grow cold
So play, little kitties And run as you will Tilt at the windmill And covet the hill
Run through the garden And dance as you may Remember, sweet kitties Today is the day