He lived in a little Wooden house with Nary a little mouse. Cissy was his reward In things adored. She even caused his anger To be dismissed, In the gentleness of Her sandpaper kiss. And then there's the little one, Who lives down the street. Their little kerosene heater, Provides very little heat. But Harry is a big warm furry bliss, As he curls up beside, He gives a sandpaper kiss. There are few things in the world, More sincere than this, The warm dewy feel of A sandpaper kiss. Cats give hope for the truth Of many wishes, When they give us those gentle Sandpaper kisses.