I looked out of my window
And I noticed there's a CAT.
Now, they are not allowed to come
I will NOT stand for that !

This garden that I cultivate,
It's where I feed the birds
The thought that there's a cat out there;
Too horrible for words.

I rushed out of my kitchen door
And went and chased that cat.
I waved my arms and shook my fists
And told that cat to, "SCAT !".

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