Her brain, you see, is sadly very small.
I'd stop it if I could, but that is that.
I put her treats inside a tilted hat
Then stand it up; she can't escape: too tall.
I always find a way to tease the cat.
Above her head a string she tries to bat.
An awkward spring; it only ends in fall.
I'd stop it if I could, but that is that.
I exercise her so she won't get fat;
I tempt her with a laser on the wall.
I always find a way to tease the cat.
Comfy, scheming in my chair I sat,
She scrambling after an elusive ball.
I'd stop it if I could, but that is that.
Some people ask, "Why do you do that?"
I shrug my shoulders; I don't know at all.
I always find a way to tease the cat;
I'd stop it if I could, but that is that.
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