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Where the mice play
My kitty is soft, why?
I do not know, sigh
Yet I do not care
For her eyes dare
Licks for love
This morning she cuddles
Yesterday kitty fuddles
Her hair has white
Why does she bite?
Licks for love
Kitty whiskers prickle
Tickle fiddle fiddle
Tickle wiggle wiggle
Scoop piddle piddle
Licks for love
Kitty went out
To see the world about
That's when we heard the shout
Blood neck spout
Licks for love
That's the end of Kitty
A dreamer in the city
Where the mice play silly
A car hit Missy
Licks for love
I do not know, sigh
Yet I do not care
For her eyes dare
Licks for love
This morning she cuddles
Yesterday kitty fuddles
Her hair has white
Why does she bite?
Licks for love
Kitty whiskers prickle
Tickle fiddle fiddle
Tickle wiggle wiggle
Scoop piddle piddle
Licks for love
Kitty went out
To see the world about
That's when we heard the shout
Blood neck spout
Licks for love
That's the end of Kitty
A dreamer in the city
Where the mice play silly
A car hit Missy
Licks for love
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