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There was a young cat whose delight
Was to follow the moths in their flight.
He entrapped them in nets,
Then admired his pets
As they danced on the ceiling at night
There was a kitty from Racine
Whose botanical interests were keen.
He planted a sock
In a bright window box,
Where it blossomed and sprouted a bean
There was a poor cat on the street,
In the dustbin found tidbits to eat.
Though his hot garbage stew
Smelled exactly like glue
He declared its taste was a treat
There was a cute cat who, in bed
Nightly slumbered with eggs on his head.
When the sun at its rise
Made him open his eyes,
He enjoyed them for breakfast in bed
Sophie is a 14-year-old from Canada, her homepage is at: http://www.mlink.net/~sophie/. "Last year my cat died and I wrote a poem for him."
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