Shake's Cat

Pussycat, pussycat

What wouldst thou have with me?

Good king of cats !

What might it be ?

Thy grasp on my heart, o knives

What dream I -- askest thou unto me ?

Nothing but one of nine lives

O Pussycat, pussycat mine

Knowst not why the patter ?

That is the reason I shan't sever

I love thee ever: but it is no matter

Thou downst me in riddles

In riddles words come may !

The cat shall mew, and the dog shall have his day.

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