My, it must be nice to be nice Just to be a cat, Eating and drinking and getting real fat. No past, no future, only the present moment Under a bird song’s spell, No worries about a future in heaven or hell. It’s so complicated being a human each day, With a mind that goes backwards and forwards and every which way. For if only I were just a simple minded cat. There would be a lot of present moment peace in that.

Sipping, gulping, fluttering in the breeze. God did an amazing thing When he gave us humming birds To please our sensibilities. And my, oh my Do they have special abilities to hover In the wind just to eat And please us men.