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In the field next door my cat explores.
Rich in mice, here comes Tom an amazing
a cat that will service that field real nice.
Tom scatters the snakes and mice and dines
By the fields of spice.
Now he dances like a Meerkat and pounces like a Tiger.
His nails are as sharp as my dagger.
When it rains he runs like a fast freight train.
He'll stand by the door and mews, and meows
and insist to come in now.
My Mother told me my cat was spoiled
because his food was fried
and not boiled.
Now Tom is becoming rather fat, but that's
Okay because I love that old cat I let him
Have his way...
He still is one who enjoys playing.
So I have much entertainment through
The day.
Rich in mice, here comes Tom an amazing
a cat that will service that field real nice.
Tom scatters the snakes and mice and dines
By the fields of spice.
Now he dances like a Meerkat and pounces like a Tiger.
His nails are as sharp as my dagger.
When it rains he runs like a fast freight train.
He'll stand by the door and mews, and meows
and insist to come in now.
My Mother told me my cat was spoiled
because his food was fried
and not boiled.
Now Tom is becoming rather fat, but that's
Okay because I love that old cat I let him
Have his way...
He still is one who enjoys playing.
So I have much entertainment through
The day.
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