This year I will not scratch,
this year I will not bite,
this year I will not meow
and keep my girl up all night.
This year I will be good
and lose that pesky pound
I will not beg for fish
and I will run all around.
This year…
who am I kitten?
I will still scratch
and I will still bite
but I promise only
when you deserve the fight.
And that pesky pound
can stay or go,
but the fish shall stay,
this I know.
Autumn Siders 