If you ran out of doors
You'd be left soon like a cat
There's a cool sunbeam of yours
When the sun shines in your heart
Like a seagull in the air
Like a little dog with mice
There's the thing for you to care
Just to break the thickest ice
If to rule without a king
And to live a happy life
What a nice song we could sing
What a car then we could drive
When getting around our world
We could have the paradise
The poem would consist of word
Which would please our honest eyes
While the cat doesn't appear
There's no sense in our smiles
While it can't delight our ear
There won't be any paradise.
Cat
© Copyright: Владимир М., 2003
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