He can’t be tied down,
But he can’t resist some good lovin’ either.
He bucked like a wild bronco
When we strapped on that first collar,
Fighting and jumping, leaping and scratching until that thing flew off
Never to be seen again.
Oh but he’s a lover.
Wild and free, he yearns for human hands,
Rubbing his black fur,
Built in pleasure cords, singing
A purr song of delight.