Well, yes, she may be just a cat
And well, yes, a ginger cat at that.
And well, yes, she may flick out a claw
As I step by her on the floor
And well, yes, she never eats
Things I buy in shops as treats
And well, yes, when she sleeps on my knee
If I should move woe-betide me
And well, yes, she may be just a cat
But there’s nothing wrong with that
And when I hear her gently purr
And when I stroke her ginger fur
Oh, what peace, what peace she’ll bring
Bonnie the cat, sweet ginger thing.