Fat, jolly cat, dreamt of cream,
Licking his whiskers clean,
So proper and prim,
They called him Jim,
He ate butter with a spoon !
He danced all noon,
And at night by moon,
And tickled the mice,
With ribbons of rice,
Until they crooned.
If you asked his name
He would scratch you lame,
And stick to strange ways
Of waltzing with jays,
Or teaching the fish to swoon!
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