Cat Weather

Youthful, handsome Tommy-cat
Went running down the street,
Crying out in an anguished voice
To every gal he'd meet:
"Come on! Come on! Come on!"
And his voice was harsh to humans,
But to love cats it was sweet.

One minnou left her bowl of milk,
Another left her ball, Another, playing with her tail,
Said: "This is no fun a-tall!"

A Persian sat in the parlor,
A Maltese sat in her chair,
An alley cat came from under the house,
And each one sought fresh air.

He left his letter on the porch,
He left one at the door,
He left one in the backyard,
He mailed them by the score.

And each gal found the letter
That was waiting for her there;
And she grew quiet and pensive
Because love was in the air,
And she rubbed hard on the gate post
And she rubbed hard 'gainst the chair.
And beautiful love was in the air --
Yeah, love was everywhere.