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The Cats

Cats are the weirdest pets They run like jets Sometimes chased by a group of dogs And always liked by a family of frogs Cats are the weirdest pets That likes to drink a bowl of milk And loves to sleep on a pillow of silk Cats are the weirdest pets That always runs around the master’s house And give no room even for a mouse Cats are the weirdest pets Some have a home in which they roam Some have no home and they roam Some are on the roads With memories in loads Some are sick Always bitten by a tick Cats are the weirdest pets They give us light and joy And love to play with a bright toy Benedict

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