Sir Nicketty Nox had twelve fox
and they hated the smell of his socks
A wife he had
with a brave lad
and the hated the sight of rats
So the brave lad bought a cat
The cat mewed and chewed the rats
Within a month she became fat
turned idle and sat on the mat
One day, the house caught fire
according to the cats desire
Her desires were granted
but her fate was branded
To get death from burn
The fire finished her selfish life
while the residents heard her sorrowful cry
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