Ode to Phineas

Oh my little Phineas

How I love you so

Oh how much I dread the day

When you'll have to go

Oh my little Phineas

Your purr is like a tiger's

Your growl causes thunder

An your pelt is made of fire

Oh my little Phineas

How I love to hear you purr

Oh how I love to rub my hand

Across your orange fur

Oh my little Phineas

How I love you so

Oh how much I dread the day

That you'll have to go