My cat may look like your cat
With know-it-all eyes like yours
Spreadeagling itself on your tummy
To practise sharpening its claws
My cat may look like your cat
With sticky-out whiskers like yours
And the knack of slipping off branches
To land safely each time on all-paws
My cat may sound like your cat
With a pitiful mew like yours
After scratching the arms of the sofa
Tries to burrow under closed doors
My cat may look like your cat
And my cat may sound like yours
But my cat plays the saxophone
And dances to wild applause.