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We lived beneath the mat
Warm and snug and fat
But one woe, + that
Was the cat!
To our joys
a clog, In
our eyes a
fog, On our
hearts a log
Was the dog!
When the
cat's away,
Then
the mice
will
play,
But, alas!
one day, (So they say)
Came the dog and
cat, Hunting
for a
rat,
Crushed
the mice
all flat,
Each
one
as
he
sat.
Underneath
the mat,
Warm,
+ snug,
+ fat—
Think of that!
