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A Kitten's Christmas
These humans are kind:
They've brought in a tree.
I know they can't climb,
So it must be for me !
It stands in a pot,
Of earth mixed with clay.
Yet when I start digging,
They chase me away !
They've hung shiny streamers,
From each prickly branch.
They'll make a fine plaything,
When I get the chance !
They're wrapping their presents,
The paper is nice.
The contents are strange though,
No birds ,fish or mice !
I played with the streamers
And a round shiny ball;
Then to my horror,
The tree starts to fall !
The humans are angry.
They put me outside.
What to do next,
I can't yet decide.
Something is cooking,
What a wonderful smell !
But will they share it ?
You never can tell.
I jump on the counter,
And sniff at the plate.
The humans then move it
Alas I'm too late !
I'm tired of Christmas,
It's no fun I say.
They have all these things
But they won't let me play !
Christmas morning is here.
O, what a great time !
I've a new catnip mouse
And the turkey's divine !
 
 
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