Kitty was a little cat
     Who loved her garden, so
Whenever she was missing,
     We knew just where to go.

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She’d be sitting by the fish pond
     Quite deep in thought – indeed.
Her eyes were on two goldfish,
     Her next delicious feed.

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One fish was swimming quickly.
     'He’s much too fast for me,'
But the other fish just floated.
     'He’ll do nicely for my tea.'

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'He’s the fish I’ve got my eyes on
     And he’s waiting to be caught.'
Her paw went in the water – splash!
     'That’s got him,' Kitty thought.

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The goldfish looked delicious,
     'But perhaps he’s rather small,' -
And she didn’t stop to think that he'd
     Be hard to eat at all!

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She popped him in her little mouth,
     But 'Ouch!  That hurt!' she said.
The fish was made from wood and so
     She broke her teeth instead. 

 

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