They say friends come in all shapes and sizes,
You certainly were proof of that.
I never thought we’d all fall quite so in love,
With such a funny old cat.
Wherever we were, you’d be there.
At home or out for a walk.
You’d come to visit our relatives,
Such tales to tell if cats could talk.
Playing was your specialty,
But you also loved a good fuss.
You’d happily make friends with strangers,
But your favourite was being with us.
Don’t tell me that children don’t need pets,
I can easily prove that they do.
We’re so sorry that you had to leave us,
Life just won’t be the same without you.
“Bagpuss gave a big yawn and settled down to sleep.
And of course when Bagpuss goes to sleep all his friends go to sleep too.
The mice were ornaments on the mouse-organ,
Gabriel and Madeline were just dolls.
And Professor Yaffle was a carved wooden bookend in the shape of a woodpecker.
Even Bagpuss himself once he was asleep was just an old, saggy cloth cat.
Baggy, and a bit loose at the seams.
But Emily loved him.”
Goodnight Jamer, thanks for being our Bagpuss. We all love you and miss you. Sweet dreams.