The Kool Kats dream of freedom,
walking on rooftops, litters and
the small cats,
prancing, playing proudly
Freely,
Kool Kats have shimmering dark fur, rippling rich brown, polished obsidian
any shade
The Kool cats want freedom,
to shout from the rooftops,
the exterminator is no more.
We are free!
T o drink the rich warm milk, the nectar,
from the teet of
blissful tranquility, gleeful union.
Uniterrupted.
All the Kool Kats want they freedom.
The Kats is dying for it.