A little Cat who sleeps all day And never seems to want to play. He just lies around without a care On the warmest bed or the softest chair. But when the sun goes down at the end of the day, The little Cat wakes and slips away. He hurries to a hilltop high, Where he sits beneath the twinkling sky. To watch the stars as they play and chat Means all the world to this little Cat. Returning home at morning's light, Where he sleeps right through until the night. When once again his heart desires, To see the stars…that he so admires.
