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the triple cat Doo
We dance to the bohemian sixties, wild and free
Sang out the teased up high hair trio of three
We call it the triple cat do, the triple cat do.
Stand back as we meow and mew all over you.
I had not met them before, but they were scary to me
So I hid in the closet as they twirled with glee
Their hair piled high on top of each skinny head.
Each one of them looked like she wore a cat, stiff and dead.
Oh, yes, we are dancing the triple cat do, the triple cat do.
Stand back they warned the crowd. We are coming for you!
A taxidermist might have known what to do.
I turned tail and ran from the Triple Cat Doo.
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Caren Krutsinger
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