The morning started, when I had to let the animals outside

Living respectfully alone and safe, black cats make me hide

They look at you, with their mysterious yellow cat like eyes

Crying and howling their own language, full of cats tales of lies

I was safely back inside the house, since today was the 13th of May

It so happened to be a Friday, so I had better stay in the bed I lay

I was tucked warm and tight, under the patchwork quilt like a bug bright

I reached out, to turn out the light and knock on wood for a safe night

My distant relatives, have continuously spoke to us about their strange way

About not going under a ladder, or crossing your fingers for luck for you today