The cat’s got your tongue,

So the blackberries will rot on their bushes

Your mother will click her disappoint

Your sister will lick whipped cream and ice cream

And rub it in that you are in trouble again, yes you, yes trouble,

And you can stare needles back at her,

But it doesn’t matter because

And your voice will blur with the clouds if you try to speak

You make friends with the cat, yes friends, yes a cat, yes it’s hard,

But it’s the only way you will earn your freedom

And plot your pay back.