Cat! who hast pass`d thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy`d? How many tit bits stolen? Gaze With those bright languid segments green, and prick Those velvet ears -- but pr`ythee do not stick Thy latent talons in me -- and upraise Thy gentle mew -- and tell me all thy frays, Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick. Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists-- For all thy wheezy asthma -- and for all Thy tail`s tip is nick`d off -- and though the fists Of many a maid have given thee many a maul, Still is that fur as soft, as when the lists In youth thou enter`dest on glass bottled wall.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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