As I watch the bird glide through the clear air
I stare, my faulty paws before me lay
What have I done, to be this way repaid?
For he does fly but I have these to bear
I can, I will; what will stop me to try?
Believe, and faith will be your wings to fly
The day had come for George to test his might
The window to his dreams was now agape
He jumped to clouds that would take him away
But this would be his last to see the light
Will the power of his will save him now?
Or will his faith be overcome by doubt?
It wasn’t faith that killed him, George the Cat
What made him George was not that he could fly
But how he hunted mice that roamed the night
It would’ve helped if he wasn’t so fat
As he fell he thought to himself at last,
I tried to be George the Bird, but I am George the Cat.