And we’ve danced ourselves to bits,
In honour of Bidelia’s Catnip Tea.
“In the world we’ve left behind
Where the houses grow in blocks,
We were often far from safe and warm,
And the hands that ought to stroke,
Sometimes gave us cruel knocks;
But in Purrington we’re out of reach of harm.
Chorus: “Then sing aloud, dear pussies,
And purr your joy and glee!