Black-as-can-be cats arrive a-pair,
Up on a rooftop, a plaintive eve,
And on the tips of their pointed tails hung
A wispy crescent-moon, looking hazy.
'O-wah, good evening,'
'O-wah, good evening.'
'Waa, waa, waa.'[*infant crying]
'O-wah, the man of this household is bedridden.'
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