My own cat up my own tree
The little girl looked out to see
A pussy cat sitting up a tree.
She opened the door and ran to touch
The silky fur she loved so much.
'Come back now,do as you are told'
Mam said 'You'll catch your death of cold'
For the girl wore only her knickers and vest,
She'd been in the middle of getting dressed.
She longed for a pussy cat of her own,
But her dad would moan and groan:
'You have a dog and that's enough,
As dogs are made of better stuff.
I don't like cats and nor should you,
You'll have to make the doggie do'
The years passed by, the girl has grown,
With a home and cats now of her own.
The happy woman looks out to see
Her very own cat up her very own tree.
In case you hadn't guessed, that girl was me.