歌词
(Verse 1)
Bumbi the cat, a sight to behold,
Belly like dough, fur a story untold.
Lord Peo they call him, a king in his repose,
But naps are his passion, his favorite thing.
(Chorus)
The Lullaby of Bumbi, a rumbling tune,
A forklift spirit trapped under the moon.
He dreams of high shelves, of pallets so tall,
But gravity holds him, a fluffy gray sprawl.
(Verse 2)
Light brown eyes peek from a face oh so round,
A hunter by instinct, on the carpet he's found.
A feathery toy, a nemesis bright,
But the effort of pouncing just doesn't feel right.
(Chorus)
The Lullaby of Bumbi, a rumbling tune,
A forklift spirit trapped under the moon.
He dreams of high shelves, of pallets so tall,
But gravity holds him, a fluffy gray sprawl.
(Bridge)
Maybe in another life, Bumbi soared high,
Lifting his treasures beneath the vast sky.
But here on the floor, a different kind of might,
Ruling the kingdom of cuddles all night.
(Bridge)
Maybe in another life, Bumbi soared high,
Lifting his treasures beneath the vast sky.
But here on the floor, a different kind of might,
Ruling the kingdom of cuddles all night.
(Chorus)
The Lullaby of Bumbi, a rumbling tune,
A forklift spirit trapped under the moon.
He dreams of high shelves, of pallets so tall,
But gravity holds him, the fluffiest sprawl.
(Outro)
So sleep, Bumbi, sleep, Lord Peo of grace,
Your forklift dreams in this cozy space.
The world may not see your potential in store,
But we love you, dear Bumbi, and that's what's for sure.
[end]
(Outro)
The world may not see your potential in store,
But we love you, dear Bumbi, and that's what's for sure.
Chorus)
The Lullaby of Bumbi, a rumbling tune,
A forklift spirit trapped under the moon.
He dreams of high shelves, of pallets so tall,
But gravity holds him, the fluffiest sprawl.
[end]
