
Harry The Hairy Cat
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 on 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!