It’s hairy on the sofa, it’s hairy on the floor

It’s hairy on the worktops - the hardest to ignore

Hairs are on my trousers and hairs are on my knees

Hairs are on my elbows and I found one on the cheese

 

I hate hairs in my fridge and I hate hairs in my sink

But the hairs I hate the most are floating in my drink

I hope no-one pops by, I’d feel moritified

Since I’ve had a cat, I think I’ve lost my sense of pride

 

The cause of my displeasure is curled up on my lap

Purring like a nutter – he’s a very happy chap

I don’t want to disturb him, he’s in his happy place

If you could only see the smile on Harry’s hairy face

 

I’m trying not to worry that hair is everywhere

Not easy with my OCD but I’m trying not to care

That it’s hairy on my table – I’m in a right old state

I’ll do it when I’m able - ‘til then the hairs can wait!