It’s Singing Sunday with Lisa Spencer-Novak and Carole Baskin at BigCatRescue.org 07 02 2023

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It’s Singing Sunday with Lisa Spencer-Novak and Carole Baskin at BigCatRescue.org 07 02 2023
Lisa sang to Mrs Claws and Summer bobcats today for their birthdays.

Mrs Claws song:
Rehab
(for Mrs. Claws)
They tried to make me go to rehab,
But I said no, no, no
Yes, I’ve been black, but when I come back You’ll know, know, know.
I ain’t got the time
And if my keepers think I’m fine
They tried to make me go to rehab
But I won’t go, go, go.
I tried to have a friend to play
But Nabisco couldn’t stay.
“Cause there’s nothing, nothing he can teach me That I can’t learn in my own way.
Didn’t catch a lot of prey
But I know they’ll feed me anyway.
They tried to make me go to rehab,
But I said no, no, no
Yes, I’ve been black, but when I come back You’ll know, know, know.
I ain’t got the time
And if my keepers think I’m fine
They tried to make me go to rehab
But I won’t go, go, go.
The people talk and wonder why I’m here Releasing bobcats isn’t always clear.

The world is wild out there I hear That’s why they always keep me near. They say “we think you hurt your head” That’s why I’m living here instead. They tried to make me go to rehab, But I said no, no, no
Yes, I’ve been black, but when I come back You’ll know, know, know.
I can’t go to that wild place,
I just, ooh I just need some space.
I’m not gonna catch my food
And everyone says that’s no good. And it’s not like no one tried
And I know that my rehabbers cried. They tried to make me go to rehab, But I said no, no, no
Yes, I’ve been black, but when I come back You’ll know, know, know.
I ain’t got the time
And if my keepers think I’m fine
They tried to make me go to rehab
But I won’t go go go.

Summer bobcats song:
Summertime
(for Summer)
Summertime and the livin’ is easy Squirrels are jumpin’
And the grass is high
Oh, your fans are many
And your keepers are caring So, hush little baby
Don’t you cry.
One of these mornings You’re gonna rise up singin’ You’re gonna spread your wings And take to the sky
Until that morning There’s nothin’ can harm you With fans and your keepers Standing by.