Mr. Cat lies so fluffy,
Mr. Cat is so placid
Everybody walking near
Want to take it in his arms...
Even that who's always stuffy,
Or absurd and often acid
Cannot go austere
By the place of Mr. Cat...
We all struggle against the magic
And we fight against the wishes
To caress it and to touch it
Barring our Mr. Son...
And without even thinking
Instantly he grips the creature?
And begins to press it freely...
In defiance of our fright!...
Then he drags it on the sofa,
Then he puts it on his tummy,
lieing serious and calmly
Dully stares at TV.
We... don't put up with his conducts,
And don't fight against the wishes
To compel him working hardly
And becoming so wise...
Mr. Cat and Mr. Son...
© Copyright: Marks, 2001
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