Tyson the Cat.
There was a cat, some years ago,
who liked to stand his ground.
Terriers, poodles, mongrels,
He'd fight that type of hound.
I'd watch as dogs raced up to him,
barking fit to bust,
he'd just turn to face them with a snarl,
and they stopped, a bit nonplussed.
This was not expected,
not part of their plan.
cats were supposed...
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