The glowing moons bobbed up and down,
strides of many colors, from black to white,
and each little claw making the clatter.
Nightly dance, and nightly groves.
Nocturnal life is what they love.

A hiss, you say?
And one says growls and noises with fluttering tongues.
Fiery passion consumes the males,
the song fills the female hearts.
Nightly dances and nightly groves.
Nocturnal life is what they love.

Well the day has come, and it comes so soon.
The night was so young, but it's time to go.
Bristles, bristles, and bits of nip.
The spot light now hits a stage so empty.
Nightly dances and nightly groves.
Noctural life is what they love.

Another night shall they come.
The glowing moons and clatter of claws.
They love this life.
Noctural life is what they love.