I'm an independent floof, 
and I go at my own speed,
No matter what you plan to do,
Nor where you need to be.

Whether you’re taking me for a walk,
Or waiting for me to pee.
Or I'm getting up from slumber,
And demanding something to eat.

Even if I'm coming to see you,
Or you're coming to see me,
I'll select the gear I'll use,
And establish the speed it'll be.

You'll soon learn from whatever I’m doing,
Whether it’s sleeping in sunshine or in bed,
Or getting petted or kissed,
On my belly or my head. 

Or sitting and chewing,
Or flying or swimming, 
Or brooding and stewing,
Or complaining and pooing.

Or staring and listening,
At scary things in the night.
Or walking and talking,
And chasing things in flight.

Or meowing and purring,
Or barking or squawking,
Or kissing and squirming,
Or running and stopping.

I can’t be ordered to make it fast,
Nor told to slow down to make it last.
You can try, but you can't change me.
And though you keep trying, you'll eventually see.

When it comes to living and dying and all in between.
No matter the activity or who gets involved,
You have no choice,
But to go with my flow. 

So when I get going

— If I do —

I'll go at my own speed.
And you will, too.