People come, people go,
And time keeps slipping by.
Only reason I’m still around,
Is for fresh blueberry pie.
Life isn’t easy,
Life isn’t fair.
Why won’t Dad let me,
Kick him out of his chair?
Something has stirred Sammy’s primal force,
She’s cool, but deadly like James Bond in Prague.
What can I do to soothe this most savage of beasts,
Maybe go to the park and get her a Chicago Dog?
Not quite as young as I was once,
Some Sunday traditions with Sammy remain,
Instead of sleeping all morning to recover from the night,
It’s cold pizza for breakfast and watching the rain.
If I look a little weathered,
Or perhaps a wee bit scruffy.
Just had a total knee replacement,
And don’t feel as cute as Buffy.
Sammy has her routines,
Is rather set in her ways.
Wonder how she will feel,
With me home for three days?
Sammy is my little friend,
With a fuzzy-wuzzy kitten head.
But she’s been getting kind of lazy,
And hasn’t made her side of the bed.
If Sammy rubbed against a lamp,
And a genie gave her wishes.
I wonder just how many of those,
Wishes would have to do with fishes?