  It was a hungry pussy cat Upon Thanksgiving morn, And she watched a thankful little mouse That ate an ear of corn. “If I ate that thankful little mouse, How thankful he should be, When he has made a meal himself, To make a meal for me! “Then, with his thanks for having fed And his thanks for feeding me— With all his thankfulness inside— How thankful I shall be!” Thus mused the hungry pussy cat Upon Thanksgiving Day. But the little mouse had overheard, And declined (with thanks) to stay. |
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