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She walked in not knowing she was the one the prophetess had seen
In her prophetic who is to be the next cat queen dream.
Her name was Crisp Paper, for she was the color of them
Her feet looked dirty, brown, and ugly, taking away from her fem.

But the boots were the nod the prophetess SueBeebob needed to see.
She went to the king and said that white cat with brown boots is she.
The king was not surprised for he had a bit of mysticism in his soul.
Choosing the perfect mate for his litters was his royal ultimate goal.

Crisp Paper was whisked away to be perfumed, pampered and fluffed.
She wondered what was happening in the land of Cat Creeper Cruffed.
When it was explained to her she laughed and said you made a goof.
Then she sat down and pulled off her brown boots with a poof. 

SueBeebob had to take some opium and dream away in a glade, 
To see whether the brown boots had to be natural or man-made 
What did you decide? The king asked her when she came awake.
I think you have to choose your own queen, King Mistake!

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