Oh, Kitty Kitty. What are you dreaming about? Silently there formed a kitty clowder, First in whispers, then much louder. Räche the cat, don’t mess with her, She’ll lead the clan in battle armor. Never skip the kitty treats, Or tiny armies fill the streets. They’re so cute, or so it seems, But steel gets forged in kitty dreams. They prep for battle more and more, That’s why they mine the weapon ore. On the humans they’ve declared war, Those missing treats shall lead to gore. No tummy tickles shall appease, Unless it’s purred, “pretty please.” Never skip the kitty treats, Or tiny armies fill the streets. They’re so cute, or so it seems, But steel gets forged in kitty dreams. The carnage will be most dramatic, Mankind retreats in cowering panic. Men do grovel, one by one, Victors get treats, humans get none. Never skip the kitty treats, Or tiny armies fill the streets. They’re so cute, or so it seems, But steel gets forged in kitty dreams. In her mind, such a fanatic, But just a kitty, so no such antic. [Spoken, soft and cheerful] Hey kitty, kitty. Kibble time.
