She told me that the food was on the table,
But I wasn't quite sure if I was able,
To drag myself into the kitchen and,
Salt the stew and chew the meat,
Swallow, swallow, time to eat, no!
But I would rather stay behind and stare at
The meal of the cat isn't the rat so,
I'm finding it alarming that the feline's meal is charming,
When the dish of which we wish is left to rot upon the floor,
Please take care,
I don't mean to stare,
But your meal is so appealing and I'm thinking I might dare.
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