A kitty cat
A thing like that
Is what I'd like to be
For a day
I'd like to play
In the top of the highest trees
And if I fall
I'd worry none
I'd land on all four feet
But I don't think
I'd like it none
The things that cats do eat
But for a day
I'd need no bath
For cats do clean themselves
On second thought
I'm really glad
I've always been myself.
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Hello Bill, (Clapping) Excellent poem. You have a nice way of writing for the child in us all. Warmest regards, CJ