Iggy waits beside the door
Sleeping on the shelf of old
Dreaming till his mum returns
O, if Kitty’s dreams be told
Chasing yarn and catching bugs
Watching birds beneath the sky
Stripes of gray his silky coat
Peaceful slumber, kitty sigh
Iggy, sweet one on that shelf
We can’t leave him overnight
He’s our son who needs us here
Kiss him, tuck him in so tight
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