Pussycat Party

Pussycat Party

It’s our Birthday, Happy returns all round.

It’s our Birthday, presents and treats surround.

You’re invited, yes of course            ,

Provided you aren’t a dark horse,

Or a dog.

It’s our Birthday, today we are nine.

It’s our Birthday, on the sofa we recline.

Kippers and sardines both welcome here,

But you had better disappear

If you’re a dog.

It’s our Birthday, we look our best today.

It’s our Birthday, a bowl of cream on a tray.

Birds of a feather received with a smile,

And we’ll play and tease the mice for a while

But not a dog.

Happy Birthday to us, Happy Birthday all day.

Come on in, guests invited and gatecrasher stray.

We’ve have such fun, it’s been a blast.

Oh no, we’ve just realised, too late at last

You’re a dog.

By Linda Prince