А можна персональне замовлення? У стилі pop/funk
(Verse 1)
In the dead of night when the moon's alight,
There prowls a cat with a curious sight.
Luke is his name, with fur so sleek,
But his antics at night are quite unique.
He prowls through the halls with a mischievous gleam,
Leaving a trail of chaos, or so it seems.
With a rumbling tummy and mischief in his eye,
He sets out on adventures under the starry sky.
(Chorus)
Luke the cat, oh what a sight,
Vomiting at night, causing quite a fright.
Eating wool socks, his stomach in knots,
Trying to escape, he's got his own plots.
(Verse 2)
He's a sock thief extraordinaire,
With a penchant for wool, it's only fair.
But his stomach rebels with a mighty churn,
Leaving a mess for his humans to discern.
Through windows cracked, he attempts his flight,
Dreaming of freedom in the cool moonlight.
But the call of the wild meets a closed door,
And Luke returns to his antics once more.
(Chorus)
Luke the cat, oh what a sight,
Vomiting at night, causing quite a fright.
Eating wool socks, his stomach in knots,
Trying to escape, he's got his own plots.
(Bridge)
His owners sigh with a mix of love and despair,
For Luke's escapades keep them on edge, beware!
But in the end, they wouldn't have it any other way,
For Luke brings laughter to each and every day.
(Chorus)
Luke the cat, oh what a sight,
Vomiting at night, causing quite a fright.
Eating wool socks, his stomach in knots,
Trying to escape, he's got his own plots.
(Outro)
So here's to Luke, the feline renegade,
With antics that leave us both amazed and dismayed.
In the dark of night, he roams with glee,
Our mischievous cat, wild and free.
