Verse 1

He tips his hat at the garden gate,

Says, “Lovely evening—shame you’re late.”

Black velvet paws, a grin too wide,

He lets you run, then strolls beside.

Pre-Chorus

“Go on, take the shortcut home,

I know a dozen better roads.”

He bows as if you’re both on stage,

Then counts your steps and turns the page.

Chorus

Run, run, little human, run,

Round the fountain, past the sun.

I’m right behind—oh, what a fright!

You’re losing, darling, but you’re doing it right.

Tag, you’re it, now don’t be shy,

I’ll give you ten; I’ll even count to five.

Run, run, hear my purring drum—