Sammy and Daddy huddled in bed,
When we’d rather hit the discotheques.
But alas, what are you going to do,
While surviving the icy polar vortex.
Watching the snow fall down from above,
While Sammy and I are lying in bed.
Silence is pierced by screaming winds,
And all of the voices inside my head.
Watching the snow fall down from the sky,
One inch, two inches, three inches, four!
Piling so high it might touch the sky.
Going back to bed, please pardon my snore!
I love the little daffodils,
So yellow and so pale.
Tried showing them to Sammy,
But she just twitched her tail.
She kneads me like a lump of dough,
To halt her is quite the silly faux pas.
For ne’er would I ever wish to experience
A Christmas without Sammy’s claws…