I don't like dogs / Dogs don't like me
I wish dogs would / Go climb a tree
If I were big / And dogs were small
There wouldn't be / No dogs at all
I'd eat them like / I ate the par-
Akeet that used / To perch up there
But since dogs have / An edge on size
I concentrate / On looking wise
The time will come / When cats take charge
And there'll be no / Point being large
That's all I have / To say for now
Except for purr / Pfft, and meow.
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