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theres a tiger in my kitchen

There is a tiger in my kitchen And he’s ’n, ’n, ’n. He says his tail is itch’n, This tiger in my kitchen I run toward the back door, I am not snitch’n But I am a tiny bit fearful of the tiger in my kitchen I don’t want to be ’n, says the tiger in my kitchen But could you please give me a scratch? My tail is itch’n.

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Book: Shattered Sighs