The Song of the Hunting Cat

I haven't posted any songs for awhile. Here's a frivolous piece I came up with while raking last year's leaves out of the back yard this afternoon:

Oh, at our house we have a cat,
Picolay, picolay,
Who prowls around this way and that,
Hey-di-high-di-ho-di.

Picolay, picolay,
High-di-ho-di, picolay,
Picolay, picolay,
Hey-di-high-di-ho-di!

Out in the garden sat a frog,
Picolay, picolay,
Said, "Whither go ye, Mistress Mog?"
Hey-di-high-di-ho-di.

Picolay, picolay . . .

"Hunting go I, as is meet,
Picolay, picolay,
"That I may find my dinner sweet,"
Hey-di-high-di-ho-di.

Picolay, picolay . . .

"And what, pray, shall your quarry be?"
Picolay, picolay,
"The bird that flies unwarily."
Hey-di-high-di-ho-di.

Picolay, picolay . . .

"And what if Bird stays in her house?"
Picolay, picolay,
"Oh then, I’ll catch the tender mouse."
Hey-di-high-di-ho-di.

Picolay, picolay . . .

"And what if Mouse runs down his hole?"
Picolay, picolay,
"Oh then, I’ll hunt the whiskered vole."
Hey-di-high-di-ho-di.

Picolay, picolay . . .

"What if Vole gains his burrow snug?"
Picolay, picolay,
"Oh then, I’ll find a juicy bug."
Hey-di-high-di-ho-di.

Picolay, picolay . . .

"And what if Bug should hear your voice?"
Picolay, picolay,
"Oh then, a squirrel would be my choice."
Hey-di-high-di-ho-di.

Picolay, picolay . . .

"And what if Squirrel runs up a tree?"
Picolay, picolay,
"Oh then, Sir Frog, I’d fancy thee!"
Hey-di-high-di-ho-di.

Picolay, picolay . . .

When Mother let our cat inside,
Picolay, picolay,
"Frog legs for supper!" Kitty cried.
Hey-di-high-di-ho-di.

Picolay, picolay,
High-di-ho-di, picolay,
Picolay, picolay,
Hey-di-high-di-ho-di!

--24 March 2007 (copyright St. Blogwen's Well)