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The sun upon my window sill
As I grow old and tired and gray,
Maybe Tigger is cute and pretty,
I'd like to write a set of rules
I'd make good laws to govern the house,
And cats may sleep wherever they're able,
Never ever bathe a cat,
And just one night when it's after ten,
Note: Technically, this is not doggerel. It's catterel.
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