Mister Cat adjusted his spectacles, Upon his nasal receptacle, As he spoke to his kittens three. Why must you climb the one tree In Widow Calico's prim front yard? You know there are trees out back Without fear of a sneak thwap attack From Widow Calico's trusty broom. Now you must play in your room, While I placate the old shrew With a fresh pot of mousy stew!
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