Mischief in Siamese Grace

[Verse 1] Under the glow of a Bangkok moon, where the palm trees sway, Lies a tale of velvet paws, in the dance of night and day. Eyes that hold the secrets, of ancient temples’ might, Silent whispers in the breeze, of a mischievous delight. [Pre-Chorus] With a leap and a bound, they claim their sacred ground, In shadows and light, their kingdom is found. Tales woven in their stride, with grace they glide, A whisper of silk, on the warm night tide. [Chorus] Thai cats, with their elegance, moving in a silent dance, Charms that weave a spell, in every glance. Yet beneath their serene guise, playful spirits rise, In every leap and bound, their mischief lies. [instrumental-xylophone] [Verse 2] From the streets of Chiang Mai to the shores of Phuket’s light, Their spirits roam free, from morning till night. Capturing hearts with a purr, a gentle touch of fur, A glance, a meow, their allure. [Pre-Chorus] In the warmth of the sun, their day has begun, From temples to markets, they run. With a spirit so bold, stories untold, In their eyes, the world’s beauty unfolds. [Chorus] Thai cats, with their elegance, moving in a silent dance, Charms that weave a spell, in every glance. Yet beneath their serene guise, playful spirits rise, In every leap and bound, their mischief lies. [Outro] In the land of smiles, across endless miles, Their spirits entwine with ours. Thai cats, in their grace, with a mischievous pace, In our hearts, they secure their place.