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I
Bow
To you
Your highness
Princess of cat world
For some, you are a wicket witch
Have you checked the narrow lanes outside your
palace?
The scurrying rats in your town live in fear each
day escaping Tom Cats of your clan.
Stop
Them
At once
Have mercy
Or else face the wrath
The rats have donned their soldier’s garb
United they wait, fear tucked away, your clan may
crash
Unless you ask your Tom Cats to make peace, together
share a meal, live and let live
Hope
You
Will
now
Under
Stand
Hope
You
Will
now
Under
Stand
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