Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong. Here lies a kitten good, who kept A kitten`s proper place. He stole no pantry eatables, Nor scratched the baby`s face. He let the alley-cats alone. He had no yowling vice. His shirt was always laundried well, He freed the house of mice. Until his death he had not caused His little mistress tears, He wore his ribbon prettily, He washed behind his ears. Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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