[Intro]
Bark! bark! Meow! Chirp! (pause) Bark bark-bark.
[Verse 1]
Owner ignores the hint I throw—narrow gaze, a yawning door.
I plot a theory, paws in motion, tail a metronome of more.
Bark: “Consider gravity, food isn’t free; it bends to law.”
Meow: “If you’d observe, the cat-in-chair should be the one you saw.”
Chirp: “Hypothesis: the squeak is data, the squeak is law.”
But you hear only dinner time and the storm outside your jaw.
[Pre-Chorus]
Bark: “Test it with a treat cycle.”
Meow: “Draw the chart with me.”
Chirp: “Conclusion: please listen.”
[Chorus]
Bark: I think, I think, you should listen to me.
Meow: I think, I think, there’s more than a squeak you’ll see.
Chirp: I think, I think, we’re solving science here—let’s agree.
Owner misreads the data, but I’ll bark twice to guarantee.
[Verse 2]
I draft the protocol on the sofa cushion, napkin-sided and neat.
Bark: “If the world is a playground, why does the door stay incomplete?”
Meow: “We’ll publish in the litter-ary press—feline, canine, chic and sleek.”
Chirp: “Peer review from pigeons: yes, your hypothesis is unique.”
Yet you fetch the newspaper and ignore the peak of my critique.
[Pre-Chorus]
Bark: “Run the samples, snack-time constraints.”
Meow: “Chart the whiskers in curved lines.”
Chirp: “Peer review awaits.”
[Chorus]
Bark: I think, I think, you should listen to me.
Meow: I think, I think, there’s more than a squeak you’ll see.
Chirp: I think, I think, we’re solving science here—let’s agree.
Owner mumbles ‘wolf’ and tosses the ball again, you see.
[Bridge]
Bark: “If you can translate this bark, we’ll crack the grand design.”
Meow: “And if the owner nods, we’ll sign it in the feline line.”
Chirp: “Between the barks and meows and chirps, the data will align.”
But for now I chase the thought, and bark in a rational time.
[Chorus]
Bark: I think, I think, you should listen to me.
Meow: I think, I think, there’s more than a squeak you’ll see.
Chirp: I think, I think, we’re solving science here—let’s agree.
Owner, just one nod and we’ll prove it, eventually.
[Outro]
Bark! Meow! Chirp! The data marches on, a soft parade of glee.
We’ll keep the debate alive, until you finally hear me clearly.
