Kitten on the Moon Words and music by Leslie Fish © 2006Kitten on the moon! Kitten on the moon! You ought to see her pounce, that kitten on the moon. Kitten on the moon! Kitten on the moon! You ought to see her pounce, that kitten on the moon. A tourist came to Luna Base, and he brought along his cat. She charmed everybody there in just two hours flat. A little half-grown Siamese, who loved to purr and play: The staff paid off her human just to make sure she could stay. That kitten on the moon! Kitten on the moon! You ought to see her pounce, that kitten on the moon. Now kitty loved that moon base, and the lower gravity. She learned to leap a dozen yards and pounce in one-sixth G. The tourists... (She grew to be an expert) at caroming off the wall. The crew made big bucks selling vids of kitty playing ball. Kitten on the moon! Kitten on the moon! You ought to see her pounce, that kitten on the moon. Then up came a bunch of terrorists, yelling: “Alla-walla-yabba-dabba-do!” Meaning: “We’re gonna blow the whole place up. Don’t care if we die too.” They never noticed kitty-cat lying on the overhead pipe, Until their boss walked underneath, and she gave a mighty swipe. Wowl! Kitten on the moon! Kitten on the moon! You ought to see her pounce, that kitten on the moon. (Wowl!) Their boss-man yelled and jumped real hard, which wasn’t very smart. He cracked his skull on the ceiling, which promptly stopped his heart. The other punks yelled “Satan! Satan!” and tried to catch that cat, But to run and jump in one-sixth G? They hadn’t trained for that. Not like— Kitten on the moon! Kitten on the moon! You ought to see her pounce, that kitten on the moon. Kitty led them a merry chase on the ceiling and the walls. It became a 3-D pool game, with flapping, squawking balls. The station crewmen spied their chance, and as each thug flew past They grabbed and bopped and tied him up until they’d caught the last. Thanks to— Kitten on the moon! Kitten on the moon! You ought to see her pounce, that kitten on the moon. (Wowl! x3 Hiss!) So they held the moon’s first trial, and the terrorists got the boot— Straight out the nearest airlock, without benefit of suit. But kitty was a hero, and the whole crew paid the bill To ship up tanks for breeding fish so the cat could eat her fill. Now there’s fishing on the moon! Fishing on the moon! Thanks to kitty-cat, there’s fishing on the moon. That kitten on the moon! Kitten on the moon! You ought to see her pounce, that kitten on the moon. That kitten on the moon!