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The Independent Thomas

He would slip through the brush and the thorn,
Treating the scratches with scorn.
He would slide through a perilous street,
Emerging both haughty and neat.
The Calico Tom took the town
In a jacket of orange and brown.
But we gave him his supper in vain.
He walked in the woods in the rain.
He slipped through the woods on the ice,
Out-skating the shadows and mice.