There lived a cat called Seamus and he sang Led Zeppelin songs,
He liked to play at air guitar and bang on drums and gongs,
His bed had four-way stereo and a sixteen-gig i-pod,
And he’d even once played air guitar on a Bird’s Eye frozen cod.
One day he packed his duffle bag and went out on the road,
His mistress said I do not think that this full well does bode,
But Seamus went to Bolton town to play at the town hall,
And fan-cat girls from all around queued up to scream and squall.
He took the stage at ten-pm and played Whole Lot of Love,
And followed up with Levee-Break and then Wings of a Dove,
He was a hit, they loved him all, into their hearts did delve,
But he was back home safe and sound and all tucked up by twelve.