The Cat (Ruthless Rhymes)

My children, you should imitate
The harmless, necessary cat,
Who eats whatever's on his plate,
And doesn't even leave the fat;
Who never stays in bed too late,
Or does immoral things like that;
Instead of saying, 'Shan't! ' or 'Bosh! '
He'll sit and wash, and wash, and wash!

When shadows fall and lights grow dim,
He sits beneath the kitchen stair;
Regardless as to life and limb,
A shady lair he chooses there;
And if you tumble over him,
He simply loves to hear you swear.
And, while bad language _you_ prefer,
He'll sit and purr, and purr, and purr!

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