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You've read of several kinds of Cat, |
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And my opinion now is that |
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You should need no interpreter |
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To understand their character. |
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You now have learned enough to see |
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That Cats are much like you and me |
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And other people whom we find |
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Possessed of various types of mind. |
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For some are sane and some are mad |
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And some are good and some are bad |
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And some are better, some are worse-- |
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But all may be described in verse. |
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You've seen them both at work and games, |
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And learnt about their proper names, |
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Their habits and their habitat: |
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How would you ad-dress a Cat? |
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So first, your memory I'll jog, |
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And say: A CAT IS NOT A DOG. |
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Now Dogs pretend they like to fight; |
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They often bark, more seldom bite; |
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But yet a Dog is, on the whole, |
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What you would call a simple soul. |
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Of course I'm not including Pekes, |
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And such fantastic canine freaks. |
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The usual Dog about the Town |
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Is much inclined to play the clown, |
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And far from showing too much pride |
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Is frequently undignified. |
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He's very easily taken in-- |
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Just chuck him beneath the chin |
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Or slap his back or shake his paw, |
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And he will gambol and guffaw. |
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He's such an easy-going lout, |
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He'll answer any hail or shout. |
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Again I must remind you that |
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A Dog's a Dog--A CAT'S A CAT. |
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With Cats, some say, one rule is true: |
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Don't speak till you are spoken to. |
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Myself, I do not hold with that-- |
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I say, you should ad-dress a Cat. |
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But always keep in mind that he |
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I bow, and taking off my hat, |
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Ad-dress him in this form: O CAT! |
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But if he is the Cat next door, |
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Whom I have often met before |
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(He comes to see me in my flat) |
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I greet him with an OOPSA CAT! |
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I've heard them call him James Buz-James-- |
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But we've not got so far as names. |
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Before a Cat will condescend |
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To treat you as a trusted friend, |
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Some little token of esteem |
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Is needed, like a dish of cream; |
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And you might now and then supply |
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Some caviare, or Strassburg Pie, |
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Some potted grouse, or salmon paste-- |
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He's sure to have his personal taste. |
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(I know a Cat, who makes a habit |
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Of eating nothing else but rabbit, |
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And when he's finished, licks his paws |
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So's not to waste the onion sauce.) |
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A Cat's entitled to expect |
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These evidences of respect. |
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And so in time you'll reach your aim, |
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And finally call him by his NAME. |
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So this is this, and that is that: |
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And there's how you AD-DRESS A CAT. |
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