Growley is a predator, a prowler, a sneak:
He’ll nip you in the hand or neck, just to hear you shriek;
He’ll claw you as he runs away, just for better speed —
Not in fear or self-defense, he never has that need.
Growley has a wide-eyed thirst or yen for ev’rything.
D’you miss a dangle-y, a piece with cords or string?
Then listen for the crunching, or tearing, as he chews
What used to be your object, past hope of further use.
Growley is a climber and a jumper, never doubt;
So please take care what fragile table items get left out.
And mind that door! Unless you wanted games of run-and-catch;
Here’s a lad who seeks the other side of ev’ry hatch!
But...
Growley is a cuddler, a lover, and a flirt:
He’ll pace your chest at midnight, to nestle on your shirt;
He’ll roll onto his back to let you rub his belly, fain —
And then the purring two-year-old will bite your hand again!
[The Suno AI has composed and performed a tune for this song:]
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