Lullabye Clyde

Who's that resting, on the sofa, on his pillow, on his chair?
It's his purring that I'm hearing, breaking silence, everywhere.

Golden eyes so bright and shining, pointing ears, my voice to hear.
Though my Clyde is napping, yet he's ever watchful;
I 'm so very happy that little Clyde is here.

Rolling in the sunny garden, resting in his windowsill,
he is always near me, likes to rub against me,
he's my friend, I love him so, and his name is Clyde.

Romping with his puff-ball, sitting in the bath tub,
always playing with me, that's my little Clyde.

All the love I have to give, this I give to Clyde.