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Tib loved the baby from that day,
And oft would rub her head
Against him in a friendly way,
Or sit beside his bed.
When puss was old, the baby Tom
Had grown a stately boy,
And since her feeble days had come,
He would his time employ
In nursing the poor, feeble cat,
With bread and milk to feed,
Or give her meat, both lean and fat,
According to her need.
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