NaughtyCat

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"The Naughty Cat"

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You ate that bird, you naughty cat; Its fragile life is ended.

And who was there to hear its cries and see it was defended?

That little bird will leave a hollow aching in my heart,

for 'twas his song that bid me wake at daybreak's radiant start.

"That birdy," sharply snarled the cat, "was worthless for a song;

It never hit the proper notes, and sang the lyrics wrong!

And, though it's gone, I'm starving still. (My stomach's feeling hollow.)

You couldn't call that bird a meal, for it was just one Swallow!"