In the quiet corner where shadows play
A feline friend with a curious sway
With eyes of amber and fur so fine
He crafts his world in paper's design
Oh, the paper-fold feline
In his kingdom grand
With scraps of paper be his command
In the artful dance of folds and creaks
He finds his solace in quiet peace
With nimble paws and a gentle touch He molds the paper oh so much
With each careful fold and delicate turn
He shapes his world in the paper's churn
Oh,
the paper-fold feline In his kingdom
grand With scraps of paper be his command
In the artful dance of folds and creaks
He finds his solace in quiet peace
In the silence of night where dreams
unfold He sits alone in the paper's hold
With a whisker's twitch and a soft purr
He finds his joy in the paper's lull
Oh,
the paper-fold feline In his kingdom
grand With scraps of paper be his command
In the artful dance of folds and creaks
He finds his solace in quiet peace
So let us marvel at his paper art
In the depths of creativity
He finds his heart for in the paper-fold feline
So true
lies the beauty of imagination