and on the windowsill, he's sitting every day
my big fat tomcat Bram, he's going his own way
every time I wonder what he's thinking in his mind
but how I seek and ponder, there's nothing that I find
does he think of mice
I doubt for he catched none
he'll be thinking twice
the mouse did run long gone
yet on the windowsill, he's sitting every day
my big fat tomcat Bram, who's going his own way
staring at the horizon or maybe some sparrow's flight
his mind could well be empty LOL, that would be a sight
does he think of food
while he's dozing in the sun
brings him in good mood
I'm sure he thinks that's fun
so on the windowsill, he's sitting every day
my big fat tomcat Bram, just going his own way
why should I break my head, over what he's thinking now
I'm sure we'll never know for it just might be about that cow
across the road
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