Oh dear what can the matter be
We sometimes dislike our own family
Oh,dear send for new batteries
My husband has gone flat with despair.
Oh,dear what can the matter be
Ambivalence strains all the flattery
Oh,dear, drive to the cattery
Alfred has lost all his hair.
He promised to lie on my lap until Saturday
He promised to eat his food and to chat to me
He promised to kiss me and love me and vacuum me
I’ll have a hot bath and prepare.
Oh,dear,what can the matter be
Love and hate mixed up in our territory
Oh, dears,love you all anyhow
Love is much stronger and fair
Alfred loved me well latterly
His owner gave him but a pat a day
I stroked him till he lay down flatterly
Love is the truth and the way
How my heart sings 