April 10, 2007

• Kitty, Kitty,

  You're oh so pretty

  You had my heart alone

  You took it as clay

  And baked a day

  And turned it straight to stone

  You brought it back

  With an attack

  From your hammer and your chisel

  I thought it would pour

  For a year and four score

  But all it did was drizzle

  Along came fate

  To give me a mate

  I'll call her my fair Flo

  The rose has been thrown

  To the unknown

  Whatever comes, be so!

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