  YOU are a naughty pussy-cat, An hour ago, as you can tell, I left him here, alive and well; And now he’s dead and, what is more, You’ve broke his leg I’m pretty sure. For you my puss I’ll never care, No never, never, never, there, And you are in disgrace you know, And in the corner you must go. What crying? Then I must cry too And I can’t bear to punish you; Perhaps my Bunny isn’t dead, Perhaps you’ve only stunned his head. And though I’m sure you broke his leg, It may be mended with a peg, And though he’s very, very, funny, My Bunny’s not a real Bunny, And I’ll forgive and tell you that, You’re my own precious pussy cat.” |
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