Nine, dear nine, you are so fine
For you I'd wait in a never-ending line
Nine lives for a cat
Nine meals and you'll be fat
Just tell me you'll always be mine
Eight is all right
And ten may have might
But you can always count on nine to win the fight
A six on its back
Three times three--it's a fact!
Nine will be there and never shall it lack
Nine, nine, oh, my nine!
On rubber I'd dine
To see just your "O"
With a bottom reaching so low
Oh, my dear, just say you'll be mine!