Sometimes I think--fate is unkind,
And almost wish I was a cat,
For, then my wife--might sweet talk me.
Boy--I would even purr--for that.

Just the other day I said, "meow",
And she gave me a puzzled look.
Then--she sadly shook her head
And turned again--to read her book.

Guess I'll dress up in disguise
And come a knocking at her door.
Then, if she thinks I am a stranger
She'll listen--and even ask for more.

I know two ears were given me
To hear twice--what I may say.
But don't you think that my one mouth
Should speak--once or twice a day.

Well, "Hooray"--my wish is granted.
Two words I may utter--without fear.
Whenever my poor heart desires
I can proudly say, "yes, dear".

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