(Irish Traditional)

Once there was a kitten
Conan was his name
He grew to nearly 20 pounds
But a kitten he remained
He grew to be ferocious
Feared throughout the land
Hush, my child and you shall hear
The legend of Conan

A harder working kitten
The world has never seen
He'd guard the yard from front to back
And everywhere between
In the dead of nighttime
Or in the early morn
He'd be out on sentry
With his people safe and warm

Oh God, now You've callen him home
The bravest cat ever known
Thanks a lot for the loan

The neighbor cats would scramble
When he was on patrol
He'd sniff and scratch and sometimes fight
To keep things in control
But now the yard is quiet
Old Conan's laid to rest
He fought the fight that no one wins
But gave his very best

Oh God, well we had him so long
Can't believe that he's gone
Can you help us be strong

Once there was a kitten
Conan was his name
He grew to nearly 20 pounds
But a kitten he remained
He grew to be ferocious
Feared throughout the land
Hush, my child for you have heard
The legend of Conan