A Poem for My Niece
There once was a cat, who lived on a hillHe was a sick cat, so he took a pill
Then with his medicine, having his fill
The cat found that he was no longer ill
It was made for my niece, but enjoy all!
It was made for my niece, but enjoy all!
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