The Cowsills - Siamese Cat

I love my Siamese Cat.
Because she's not very fat.
She leaps through the air,
And lands in a chair.
I know I couldn't do that.
So I love my Siamese Cat.

I watch when she wiggles her tail.
That's the way she tells me she's my gal.
I wiggle my toes,
And wrinkle my nose.
That lets her know I'm her pal.
So the two of us get along swell.

Her ears they wiggle to.
Which isn't so easy to do.
I stand in a mirror,
To try wiggling an ear,
But it's something that I can't do.
And I bet you neither can you.

I play with my Siamese cat.
And pretend I'm a Siamese rat.
I think she can't see,
But still she finds me.
My private eye Siamese cat.
Who knew, be fooled by a rat.

On her funny face is a spot.
Where she has as a great big black lot.
Some bigger make first,
Fell over her perch.
She should be all white and she's not.
Poor kitty is all that I got.

So me and my Siamese cat.
Will never grow old or get fat.
We'll run and we'll run,
Stay young and have fun,
Because it's so fun to do that.
Just me and my Siamese Cat.