Sinclair Lewis - Cats | Текст песни

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• Sinclair Lewis
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This is a cat that sleeps at night,
That takes delight
In visions bright,
And not a vagrant that creeps at night
On box cars by the river,
This is a sleepy cat to purr
And rarely stir
It's shining fur,
This is a cat whose softest purr
Means salmon, steaks, and liver.
That is a cat respectable
Connectable
With selectable,
Whose names would make you quiver.
That is a cat of piety,
Not satiety,
But sobriety.
Its very purr is of piety
And thanks to its Feline Giver.

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