In light we love to bat and play
In dark we sleep the night away
Our elder cats almost always sleep
They hardly ever make a peep
Most of the time, in one place they stay

In cold weather, we stay nice and cuddly warm,
by sleeping beside our masters sleeping form
Unless they have a wood stove burning
To keep the house's heat wheel turning
In May we play outside to keep the norm

On farms there's commonly many felines
By lakes we wish we had some fishing lines
In barns we like to sleep in hay
and catch mice in the fields all day
And climb and yowl on top of tall pines