

(hmmmm-mm) Up on the highest branch of his soft velvet tree
Ziggy is ruling over all he can see
A tiny king
on a carpeted throne
Watching the kitchen from a realm of his own
Oh, Ziggy, tucked under the heavy down sheet
Dreaming of garden paths under your feet
Chasing the golden bees through the warm air Without a single worry
or care
(sleeping so sweet)
A patch of bright sunlight
lands on the bed
He stretches his paws and rests his small head
Then snaps to attention,
a buzz at the pane
Ready to hunt the wild garden again
And when the afternoon
turns into gray
He curls up tight
and just drifts away
(purring so soft)
Oh, Ziggy, tucked under the heavy down sheet
Dreaming of garden paths under your feet
Chasing the golden bees through the warm air Without a single worry
or care
(no care at all)
Goodnight, little hunter of bees
Safe in your castle of velvet trees (hmmmm)