A barn owl hooted from above
    And lots of bats came out.
A ginger cat began to stretch
    And then he looked about.

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'It’s playtime now for pussy cats,'
    Was Ginger’s only thought.
Oh how he purred as he recalled
     The stupid mice he’d caught.

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'Come along then Ginger Cat.   
      We’ll let you go outside,'
And Ginger trotted briskly out
     His head held high with pride.

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The moon’s bright rays shone from above;
     The barn was open wide.
With pleasure this conceited cat
      Thought of the fun inside.

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Now Ginger was a greedy cat;
     Tonight he’d eaten well:
Oh lots of tasty fish for tea – 
     He recalled quite well that smell! mmm

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He snuggled down upon the straw 
     And soon was fast asleep.
He dreamt the barn door opened wide
      And in three mice did creep.

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Well was it indigested fish,
      For that can cause bad dreams?
What Ginger dreamt, but thought he saw, 
      Quite made him want to scream!!

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The mice began to grow in size! - 
     They grew and grew some more.
It wasn’t long before they were 
    As big as the barn door.

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The three mice turned on Ginger Cat. 
       Oh, what could Ginger do?
'We’ve come to get you, horrid cat.  
       We’ll cook you in our stew!'

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Poor Ginger took his only chance 
     And fled fast from the barn.
He didn’t want these fearsome mice
     To do HIM any harm.

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He bolted back to his own home 
     And lay panting on the mat.
His owners said: 'Well, what on earth 
     Has frightened our poor cat?'

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When 'playtime' came again next day, 
      Poor Ginger stayed at home.
'The world out there is hardly safe 
      For a ginger cat to roam!'

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