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James Whitcomb Riley - Find The Favorite
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Our three cats is Maltese cats,
    An` they`s two that`s white,--
  An` bofe of `em`s _deef_--an` that`s
    `Cause their _eyes_ ain`t right.--

  Uncle say that _Huxley_ say
    Eyes of _white_ Maltese--
  When they don`t match thataway--
    They`re deef as you please!

  _Girls, they_ like our white cats best,
    `Cause they`re white as snow,
  Yes, an` look the stylishest--
    But they`re deef, you know!

  They don`t know their names, an` don`t
    Hear us when we call
  "Come in, Nick an` Finn!"--they won`t
    Come fer us at all!

  But our _other_ cat, _he_ knows
    Mister Nick an` Finn,--
  Mowg`s _his_ name,--an` when _he_ goes
    Fer `em, they come in!

  Mowgli`s _all_ his name--the same
    Me an` Muvver took
  Like the Wolf-Child`s _other_ name,
    In "The Jungul Book."

  I bet Mowg`s the smartest cat
    In the world!--_He`s_ not
  _White_, but mousy-plush, with that
    Smoky gloss he`s got!

  All`s got little bells to ring,
    Round their neck; but none
  Only Mowg _knows_ anything--
    He`s the only one!

  I ist `spect sometimes he hate
    White cats` stupid ways:--
  He won`t hardly `sociate
    With `em, lots o` days!

  Mowg wants in where _we_ air,--well,
    He`ll ist take his paw
  An` ist ring an` ring his bell
    There till me er Ma

  Er _some_body lets him in
    Nen an` shuts the door.--
  An`, when he wants out ag`in,
    Nen he`ll ring some more.

  Ort to hear our Katy tell!
    She sleeps `way up-stairs;
  An` last night she hear Mowg`s bell
    Ringin` round _some_wheres...

  Trees grows by her winder.--So,
    She lean out an` see
  Mowg up there, `way out, you know,
    In the clingstone-tree;--

  An`-sir! he ist _hint_ an` _ring_,--
    Till she ketch an` plat
  Them limbs;--nen he crawl an` spring
    In where Katy`s at!
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