I’m glad right now that I’m not It,
Because I can see
A really good place to hide
Near the hawthorn tree.
And just as soon as It hides his eyes
And begins to count, I’ll run
And scrunch flat, and then, I bet,
I won’t be seen by anyone.
Ah, there—he’s counting—here I go.
Whee! I made it! Now I’ll lie flat—
But here comes Pussy after me!
Get out of here, cat! Scat!
Stop rubbing up against me! Beat it!
Cat, go away, I say!
Why must you come and tag along
Every time I play?
Now, see what you’ve gone and done!
It has seen me, all because of you!
And now I have to seek and find,
And all my hiding’s through.
Scat, cat! SCAT!