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THIS STORY HAPPENED WHEN I WAS A LAD
about a stray cat there in our backyard.
Oft hanging out there, she’s as if our cat;
in fairness, though, she’s cute and kinda fat.

OH, DON’T FEED HER, SHE CAN LIVE ON HER OWN.
How?  She’s good at catching birds on the lawn.
Till birds do come around, she’ll never die;
there in her paws her securities lie.