  They mean such a wonderful lot to me, It's quite absurd how my soul is smitten With Padie, who's four, and Bay, who's three, And Sufi, a Persian kitten! So mother must worry, and father must fuss, But I'll fake these songs to a sadder version When manhood steals the boys from us, And the Bottle-o pinches the Persian! WHISPER! Hush, you, hush! I heard a patter On the 'randah, in the wet! Now 'n again, we've heard him chatter, But we've never seen him yet. |
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