Mercat Finds a Mirror
Mercat was in the deepest of the deep blue sea
The eighth sea if you ask the likes of Pirate Lee
When she found a mirror that belonged to me
I am so beautiful! She said with pronounced glee.
The other maids were tittering about this kitty-she.
So brazenly boastful, said one of the cuter ones, Tee.
Why shouldn’t she be proud? Asked her cousin Zee.
After all, she is the only mercat in the deep blue sea.
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