Persian Kitty A Persian kitty, perfumed and fair, Strolled out on a backyard fence for air When a tomcat, lean and lithe and strong Dirty and yaller, came a strolling along He sniffed at the perfumed Persian cat As she strutted about with much eclat And a-thinkin the time to pass He whispered, "Kiddo, you sure got class" "'Tis fitting and proper," was her reply As she arched her whiskers over her eye "I am ribboned, sleep on pillows of silk, And I daily bathe in certified milk" "But I'm not content with what I've got I ought to be happy, but happy I'm not I should be joyful, yes, I should indeed For I'll have you know, I'm highly pedigreed" "Now, hark," said the tomcat with a smile "You must trust in your new-found friend for a while You must abandon your backyard fence My dear, what you lack is experience." The joys of living he then unfurled As he told her tales of the outside world And then suggested, with a leering laugh A trip for two down the primrose path The morning after the night before The cat came home at the hour of four The innocent look from her face had went And in its place was a smile of content Two months later the kittens came To that Persian kitty of pedigreed fame They were not Persian, they were black and tan And she told them their pa was a traveling man SOF
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