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