This peculiar cat sits in that particular lighthouse.
  It likes to think its paws are really hands,
Even though they can't open bottles or doors.
  And it needs all four when it stands.

And it likes to think it's better than the house with the light,
  Because the lighthouse doesn't have hands at all.
The cat often counts them and it always wins four-nil.
  The house can only boast a single wall.

And the cat also thinks that it has four legs,
  The same ones as the hands, as far as I can see.
And it likes to think it's really a 'she' and not an 'it'.
  Even though the cat is really a 'he'.

The lighthouse thinks of itself as an 'it',
  Since it became unmanned ten years ago.
In the days when it was manned, the chances are it thought
  Of itself as a 'he' but I don't know.

Although in the end it was manned by a woman.
  And her name was Barry or Baz.
The cat prefers it now. It likes to roam around
  And think of all the arms and legs it has.