Now I lay me down to sleepI pray this cushy life to keepI pray for toys that look like miceand warm cushions soft and niceFor grocery bags where I can hideJust like a tiger croucched insideI pray for gourmet kitty snacksand someone nice to scratch my backFor window sills all warm and bright for shadows to explore by nightI pray I’ll always stay real cooland keep the secret feline ruleTo never tell a human thatThe world is really run by cats.
