Food To Die For
A hungry cat
might pick at a rat
But she'd prefer to
feast on a fish
Whereas a dog
refuses 'puppy chow'
If he espies
some meat on a bone
As for me, I'm not picky
I'll eat what's put on my plate
As long as it's still edible ~
to Heaven I don't want to be late
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