Chairman Miaou,
Was a communist cat,
Who wore a blue smock
And wore a red hat;
He sang at all rallies
And gave a good speech,
For fame he was destined -
None him did outreach -
But he fell at a hurdle,
Which should have been gate,
His progeny more
Than the maximum eight!
So he upped with his kittens
And wives of nine one,
And left in a hurry
For less red Taiwan,
Where business is good
And he smokes a Havana,
All purring the while
He's reached his nirvana.
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