We’re really glad you’ve come to stay
Just think of all the games we’ll play.
And how much fun we’ll have together,
I know we’ll be best friends forever.
They’ve sent me here to take you back.
I’ve promised I will stay on track,
So we mustn’t wander off or stray,
Or waste time playing on the way.
Here – put your ear against this tree –
That humming sound’s a bumble Bee.
He really is a dapper fellow
In his velvet coat of black and yellow.
He’ll let you chase him but, if caught
His temper runs a little short.
And so we let him stay ahead
And chase the dragonflies instead.
Then later, when the sun goes down
The moths come out, all plain and brown.
They dance beneath the stars all night
Their wings reflecting silver light
And with them dance the fireflies,
Like tiny golden kittens’ eyes
Around our heads they glow and spark
A fiery ballet in the dark.
Now look at how these dead leaves curl
You can take them to the stream and hurl
Them in the water, where they float –
A fleet of tiny kitten boats.
And if you bend your head and blow,
Away across the stream they go,
Until they reach some distant shore –
An unknown country to explore
And claim for all of Kittenkind
(And anyone we’ve left behind).
Now, this is how we cross the stream,
All roped together as a team,
Battered by the churning foam
Which tries to fling us off this stone
And drag us down into the depths…
No, really we just use these steps.
Across these little rocks we hop
And on the middle one we stop
To skim a stone and make a wish,
But careful not to scare the fish.
And now we’re on the other side
A great savannah, vast and wide
Where lions slink, hyenas lope
And cheetahs chase the antelope,
The zebras graze, the vultures soar
And we must cross – but not before
I’ve scaled the mighty look-out tree
To check it’s safe – what can I see?
A slightly angry Auntie Quark
Who said we must be home by dark
I think we might be slightly late
The other guests won’t want to wait
For potted shrimp and seafood paste
And sardine sandwiches that taste
Like salty oceans on your tongue
And drip with oozy oils that run
Into your fur and make it sticky
(Which can make cleaning up quite tricky.)
Then, after games and cake and pie
We’ll chant your praises to the sky,
And, once she’s sure of who you are
The Lady Moon will light your star.
A tiny point of diamond light
To comfort mama every night.
We’re nearly home – there’s Cindy Lou
And Taps and Rain and Toothless too.
We’re all your sisters, all your brothers,
Uncles, aunties, cousins, mothers…
All here to welcome you with love..
Me? I’m your favourite sister, Dove.