A little poem in Etcetera's perspective about how she feels about her mate. It's not specific, it could be Tumblebrutus, Pouncival Plato, anyone. Enjoy.
I wish that I had a tom who's sensitive
It's you
I really want a tom who adores me
A tom who will do anything for his queen
Whenever I hear about futures,
One thing comes to mind
It's you
That tom who is playful and caring too
It's you
I hear that you are in love
I thank the Everlasting Cat above
For giving me a tom to cherish, to love
It's you
I guess I enjoy a picnic for one
But I have no one to talk to
I fantasize about the times with another
It's you
You are the best thing that's happened to me
And when you turn around and see
And when I turn around and see
It's me,
It's you
When somebody asks if
I love a tom
I can never seem to say calm
And when I'm thinking og
The one I love
It's you
So who did you think it was? Tell me, I want to know.