(Uh – huh, Oh Yeah)
by David Roth
© 5th March, 2005
Dedicated to Henry
The Regal looking all gray
Long hair Maine Coone
Who KNOWS
He is the King of the Castle
I’m the King of the Castle and it’s plain to see
That everyone knows and stands in awe of me
There is deep admiration as I roam the place,
You can see the devotion etched on every face.
I’m the King, uh-huh, oh yeah, it’s true
I’m the King uh-huh, oh yeah.
I get up every morning and I strut around,
And they worship my footfall like its holy ground,
Snapping to every instance of my beck and call,
When I sit in their presence on their faces they fall
I’m the King, uh-huh, oh yeah, it’s true,
I’m the King uh-huh, oh yeah.
The morsels they bring me are beyond the best
And they know I’m a Regal cut above the rest,
But I mostly ignore them as if they’re not there,
In the presence of me the others can’t compare,
I’m the King, uh-huh, oh yeah, it’s true,
I’m the King uh-huh, oh yeah.
I don’t lounge, I recline, in majestic show,
I’m a regal, imperial cat, you know,
And the peasants come calling, their devotions bring,
I pretend I don’t see them, after all, I’m King!
I’m the King, uh-huh, oh yeah, it’s true,
I’m the King uh-huh, oh yeah.
By David Roth
© 5th March, 2005
Dedicated to Emmy
Who just wants to be
Left alone.
Leave me alone,
Leave me alone,
Go away, get away, answer the phone,
Try doing anything, don’t make me groan,
Please, just avoid me and leave me alone.
You all think I’m grumpy, it just isn’t that,
You clearly don’t fathom the mind of a cat,
I like being lazy, I like being fat,
Just leave me alone and let’s leave it at that.
The mind of a feline you can’t comprehend,
I’ve tried to give clues, subtle messages send,
But no matter what, it’s the same in the end,
Just leave me alone, then maybe you’ll be my friend.
It’s not that I’m arrogant, evil or shy,
I just like my solitude, don’t ask me why,
So stop with the pouting, away with the cry,
Just leave me alone, go away, say goodbye.
Leave me alone,
Leave me alone,
Go away, get away, answer the phone,
Try doing anything, don’t make me groan,
Please, just avoid me and leave me alone.
By David Roth
© 5th March, 2005
Dedicated to Ms Skittle
The Fur ball who adopted me.
There you sit
Proud as you can be
Atop the pile that used to be
A roll of toilet paper
Smiling, in that ‘cat’ sort of way
That says to all the world,
It’s OK because
I’m Cute, I’m Cute, I’m Cute!
There you are
That look of sweet innocence on your face
Next to the puddle of water
Pile of broken glass
And newly created field of flower petals
Scattered across the floor
Face that says to all who see,
It’s OK because
I’m Cute, I’m Cute, I’m Cute
Tufts of fur lying all around the room
The other cats glaring at you
From behind their missing tufts of fur
And you, blinking back in wonder
With that look that still says
It’s OK because,
I’m cute, I’m Cute, I’m Cute.
Basket lying on its side,
Freshly folded and ironed clothing
Is a sort of crumpled pile
You, curled up in a sweet little ball
On top of it all
Batting your eyes at me
With that look of yours that says
It’s OK because
I’m Cute, I’m Cute, I’m Cute
