Mark R Slaughter - Cameron lyrics

Cameron the cat would never miss a trick – Often in the garden on patrol. Otherwise sleeping, though frequently meeting His one and only love – that earthen bowl! Cameron the cat took everything for granted - Sure, the street lay under his control. Contentedly snoozing – perhaps he 'd been boozing – And toasting all that counts: his dearest bowl! Cameron the cat would seek to take advantage – His gullible owners often on parole. Purring pathetically, and almost poetically, He'd meow them into stacking up his bowl! Cameron the cat was nonetheless a gem – His owners saw him as their heart and soul, But having to accept that he was so adept At persuading them to fill his flipping bowl!