cats and rats
Of remote relatives
Or pair of strange old
Friends
Just forgiven their own pretends:
Two ears, one tail, and
whiskers are the same.
But they play strange game:
- You’ll be my breakfast!
- OK!
They walk their ways,
And everyone knows his place,
You is runner, I’m your death –
That’s because we altogether,
Do not speak about peace,
Don’t implore me on your knees,
You’ll be there in my arms,
I would not miss this chance
Two ears, one tail, and
whiskers are the same.
They play strange game:
- You’ll be my supper! OK?;)
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