Henry, there’s a place called Lima, Peru.

And it’s full of cats for me and for you.

They live in a place called Kennedy Park.

They’re there in the light. They’re there in the dark.

 

 

They sleep on benches; wherever they please.

They even sleep on the branches of trees.

Ladies come to the park to feed the cats.

They lick the ladies and jump on their backs.

 

 

Now lots of cats are fine for some.

But not for vets like your Mom.

They have offered to fix the cats for free.

So there would be smaller cat families.

 

 

But, Henry, if you come to Lima, Peru.

Even when you are gown, at twenty and two.

I know of something that’s sure to be true.

They’ll be plenty of cats to play with you.