Now . . . here’s a little story - I’ve got to tell ,
About three bad kitties, you know so well.
It started way back in history,
With Milo, Mochie and me Jiji.



Been had a little kitty that was soft as silk,
Just me and my kitty and a quart of milk.
Prowlin cross the land, kickin up sand,
Puppies posse on my tail, cause im in demand.




One lonely kitty I be,
All by myself without no kitty.
The sun is beating down on me, by the hour,
The air is getting hot, the milk is getting sour