The Persian Kitten

The Persian Kitten - Phil Harris

A Persian kitten purfumed and fair

Strolled out to the kitchen door for air

A Tom cat big light lean and strong

And dirty and yella came along

He sniffed at the purfumed persian cat

As she strutted around with much eclat

Then thinking a little time to pass

He whispered baby you sure got class

It's fitting and proper was her reply

As she arched the whiskers over her eye

I'm ribboned and I sleep on a pillow of silk

And daily I'm bathed in certified milk

Folks oughta be happy with what they've got

I oughta be happy but happy I'm not

I oughta be happy yes I should indeed

Because I'm certainly highly pedigreed

Cheer up said the tom cat with a smile

And trust your new found friend for awhile

You oughta escape from your back yard fence

Ah my dear what you need is experience

Untold tales he then unfurled

He told her all the tales

About the outside world

Suggesting at last with a luring laugh

A trip for two down Primrose Path

The morning after the night before

Our persian came home about half passed four

The innocent look in her eye had went

But the smile on her face

Was the smile of content

In the after years when the children came

To this pedigreed persian of pedigreed fame

The children weren't persian

They were black and tan

And she told them

That their Dad was a traveling man

A rooting tooting scratching traveling man