I do not speak of a growing tree
Or a machine that keeps fibers clean
I do not even speak of a movie
That apparently came from Disney
The willow I speak of is a cat
Sometimes I wonder how she\'d look in a silly hat
Round and pink, her hat would be shaped like Kirby\'s
Although if I put it on, she\'d probably be mad at me
In my mom\'s room she acts like a ghost takes hold
But when left alone, you hear the galloping of a horse in the home
The silly little cat will try to scramble up the glass window
But instead she performs her little parkour stunts
Into the table, she charges head-on
She walks away like nothing has happened
Her head is empty, but she knows one thing
Her heart is full with love, and we give back our love as we sing
We love Willow with all of our beings
No matter how much nerves could be struck
Patience is tested with the one I call a \"turkey\"
But cat cuddles are always the best