Now I lay me down to sleep I pray this cushy life to keep I pray for toys that look like mice and warm cushions soft and nice For grocery bags where I can hide Just like a tiger croucched inside I pray for gourmet kitty snacks and someone nice to scratch my back For window sills all warm and bright for shadows to explore by night I pray I'll always stay real cool and keep the secret feline rule To never tell a human that The world is really run by cats.