I’ve got to speak my truth about the Wandering Cat.He is the thing for me and that is that.
I put no creature before that striking feline.
I pray to him and he is mine.

If He’s a wanderer, then I’m a wanderer, too.
Just like Dion, only I don’t have a Sue.
The Cat and me, we’re just a travelling pair
taking to the road, like ravens do to the air.

That Cat, He simply wanders around.
And what am I? A missionarying clown
who follows Him wherever He may lay down
and makes sure that when He wants He’s unwound.

The Wandering Cat, He is a god unto me.
I pray someday, He never lets me be free.
I fear my freedom and what it could bestow
for if the Cat lets me loose, where would I go?

All my life is left living for the Wandering Cat.
He is for me, and that’s still that.
Always I’ve searched for felicitous felines
Finally I’ve found one and it’s foretold He’s divine.