One result of watching that set of Star Wars remakes of the Sgt. Pepper songs, that's gotten enough signalling in the past few days that I shouldn't need to link to it, is that it's setting the original songs loose in my head again.
So there's Pippin, (im)patiently waiting for his dinner even though it's over an hour till feeding time, and I sing for him:
Hungry Pippin, pussy cat:
When are you going to feed me?
When are you going to fill my bowl with food?