The Kitten and I

I see not Angelina anymore,
By my once smoky kitchen,
Crunching crumbs from the store
Meant for you little kitten

Chorus:
Mew… mew, where is she,
The rickety hunched lady,
Who stole my joy to flee,
For pots no longer steamed?

I heard she went to Judith,
Whose basket is always full,
And by her word the blacksmith
Makes new pots with his tool

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Kitten:

I heard of Judith’s pot,
How a meal of stockfish
Steams and hisses hot,
Nice fragrance, what a dish!

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I’m sure the cat is there,
Under the big wooden stool,
Waiting and throwing a stare,
Praying for a meal to cool

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I:

Glad my store is empty,
And pots all washed and dried,
She left without a pity,
No longer satisfied

Kitten:

Greener, the grass is there,
She plans to come back not,
‘til Judith’s hands are bare,
And Stan stops making pot

I:

Yet, greener more, it’s here,
For my spice is leaving market,
And here is spoon to stair,
And throw crumbs in the basket

Chorus:
Mew… mew, where is she,
The rickety hunched lady,
Who stole my joy, to flee,
For pots no longer steamed?

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