I have a Gumby cat in mind. Her name is Jenny Annie Dots. Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger stripes and leopard spots. All day she sits upon the stair, or on the step, or on the mat. She sits and sits and sits and sits, and that's what makes a Gumby cat. That's what makes a Gumby cat. But when the day's hustle and bustle is done, then the Gumby cat's work is but hardly begun. And when all the family's in bed and asleep, she tucks up her skirt to the basement to creep. She is deeply concerned with the ways of the mice. Their behavior's not good, and their manner's not nice. So when she has got them lined up on the matting, she teaches them music, crocheting, and chatting. I have a Gumby cat in mind. Her name is Jenny Annie Dots. Her equal would be hard to find. She likes the warm and sunny spots. All day she sits beside the hearth, or on the bed, or on my hat. She sits and sits and sits and sits, and that's what makes a Gumby cat. That's what makes a Gumby cat. But when the day's hustle and bustle is done, then the Gumby cat's work is but hardly begun. And she finds that the mice will not ever keep quiet. She's sure it is due to irregular diet, and believing that nothing is done without ice. She says, right to work with the baking and frying. She makes them a mouse cake of bread and dried peas, and a beautiful fry of lean bacon and cheese. Dilly da, dilly da, dilly da wah hoo. Dilly da, dilly da, dilly da wah hoo. Dilly da, dilly da, dilly da wah hoo. Wah dee wah, wah dee wah, wah dee wah wah wah. Wah dee wah, wah dee wah, wah dee wah wah wah. I have a Gumby cat in mind. Her name is Jenny Annie Dots. A curtain cord she likes to wind and tie it into sailor knots. She sits upon the windowsill, or anything that's smooth and flat. She sits and sits and sits and sits, and that's what makes a Gumby cat. That's what makes a Gumby cat. But when the day's hustle and bustle is done, then the Gumby cat's work is but hardly begun. She thinks that the cockroaches need employment to prevent them from idle and want to destroy them. So she's born from that long of disorderly louts, a true, humble, disciplined, helpful boy scout, with a purpose in life and a good deed to do, and she's even created a Venus tattoo. So, ho, ho, Gumby cat, let us now give you cheers, one and well. Thank you, my dears.