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My cat can juggle It’s something he learnt when young Three ***** he can throw Though he has tried and tried He can’t quite manage four He puts on shows at the old folks home They cry and cheer and can’t believe A ginger tom can be so adapt At juggling three ***** on his back A circus tried to buy him But I couldn’t part, not for any amount He doesn’t do it for money But for the tin of tuna he is given each night. My cat can juggle But what he does best Is something just for me At the end of each day he can sing A purring lullaby, sitting on my knee.
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
My Cat Can Juggle
My cat can juggle It’s something he learnt when young Three ***** he can throw Though he has tried and tried He can’t quite manage four He puts on shows at the old folks home They cry and cheer and can’t believe A ginger tom can be so adapt At juggling three ***** on his back A circus tried to buy him But I couldn’t part, not for any amount He doesn’t do it for money But for the tin of tuna he is given each night. My cat can juggle But what he does best Is something just for me At the end of each day he can sing A purring lullaby, sitting on my knee.
ukrose
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
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