Little tiger, Little Feet, he's zooming up the hall.
He bounces off the furniture, he bounces off the wall.
He bounces off his people,
Then he bounces once again,
Until he finds that bouncing sometimes gets him on the chin.
So then he zooms without a bounce, for speed is still his friend.
He zooms most everywhere he goes; he zooms without an end.
He zooms around his people,
Then zooms around again,
Until he finds that zooming sometimes gets him on the chin.
Little tiger, Little Feet has settled down tonight.
He's lying on a plastic bag that's colored blue and white.
He lies there for his people,
Then lies there once again,
And loves the fact that lying still gets skritches on the chin.