To be memorised for the show on Saturday

That's My Katie

(with apologies to Tom Paxton for messing with his lyrics)

Oh, I have a little sister, and my sister's name is Kate.
And she's every bit mischievous as a kitten on a skate.
With a bandage on her forehead and the bruises on her knees,
You would swear she'd fought with buccaneers on all the seven seas.
For its up the stairs and down the stairs and in the room and out.
Like a miniature tornado, she can blow the house about.
Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye,
And that's our Katie, little lady, and I love her.

Now you might have heard of miracles, you might believe in saints,
But you'd never believe our Katie when she's playing with her paints.
For there's red upon the window and there's green upon her face,
On the wall and in her hair, but on the paper, not a trace.
When she's in her room and quiet, and there comes a little calm,
You develop the sensation that you're sitting on a bomb.
Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye,
And that's our Katie, little lady, and I love her.

Our Katie loves her games, you know, and thirty times a week,
I find myself dragooned into a game of hide-and-seek.
So I hide myself in closets, under beds I quietly creep,
And I wait for thirty minutes till my brain has gone to sleep.
Yes I sit there in the closet and it seems like half a day,
Till I find a friend has come to call and Kate's gone out to play!
Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye,
And that's our Katie, little lady, and I love her.

Now, you might have heard that I'm a one to dote upon my sis,
And that I'll not rest as long as Katie finds something amiss
And respond to hugs and kisses till there's nothing I wouldn't do,
Don't you ever believe a word if it, it simply isn't true.
For I'd only jump the moon for her, I'd only jump the sea,
For the hugs I get to give her and the grins she gives to me.
Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye,
And that's our Katie, little lady, and I love her.