His up to mischief, mischief, mischief.
His swirly ginger fur blazes like a fire
There’s a mischievous glint in his amber-green eyes
Which hint he’s up to no good.
His delicate body makes no sound while strolling
But when bolting he’s an elephant on wheels.
How do you have so much energy?
I feel like I’m playing with an out of control two year old!
Though his mew makes your heart melt
It’s so soft and delicate
He’s a bundle of joy.
He is Percy.