| Sir Oscar is waiting for us to come home While watching and listening not far does he roam |
| He perks up and waits as he hears the knob turning No longer alone and no longer yearning. |
| Sir Oscar, he waits to be offered a treat When nothing's forthcoming, he gives in to defeat |
| Back up on the sofa, Sir Oscar does leap Now that we're home, he is able to sleep. |