Pippy The Schnoo

Copyright 2008 Pippy The Schnoo, Cyndi Craven



In the morning my mom turns the faucet on
I like to take a drink, fresh water in the sink
My name is Pippy… Pippy the Schnoo… doo-dee-oo-doo

And when I sleep, I stretch out my little white feet
My mom thinks it’s cute, me in my black and white suit
My name is Pippy… Pippy the Schnoo… doo-dee-oo-doo

I like to play, I don’t fuss
And I purr just like a Volkswagen bus
I’m friends with everyone
And I spend most of my day in the sun

I like to stalk anything that might walk
Past where I hide, look out I’ll surprise you
Here comes Pippy… Pippy the Schnoo… doo-dee-oo-doo

But not long ago, I had a tough row to hoe
I didn’t have a home, no mom or dad of my own
My name was Pippy… Pippy the sad-schnoody-boo-hoo

My owner gave me away,
‘Cause he moved somewhere that I couldn’t stay
I spent some time in jail
I didn’t get no phone calls or get no mail

And then guess who… a lady named LaRue
Came and took me to the home
Of my schnoodly-oodee-Cat-Mom
Whose name is Cyndi… Cyndi the Schnoo (she’s a schnoo, too)

And now I sit outside
Where I can sniff the air and I give a sigh
Oh, what a wonderful life
No kitty stress, and no kitty strife

I bite my mom to let her know she’s the one
That I truly love way beyond and above
And she loves Pippy… Pippy the Schnoo… doo-dee-oo-doo
And she loves Pippy (that’s ME!)… Pippy the Schnoo…
Doo-dee-oo-doo, doo-dee-oo-doo, doo-dee-oo-doo!