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To Jerry

Jerry, my cat,
What the deuce are you at?
What makes you so restless? You're sleek and you're fat,
And you've everything cosy about you—now that
Soft rug you are lying on beats any mat;
Your coat's smooth as silk,
You've plenty of milk,
You've the fish-bones for dinner, and always o' nights
For supper you know you've a penn'orth o' lights!
Jerry, my cat,
What the deuce are you at?
What is it, my Jerry, that fidgets you so?
What is it you're wanting?
(Jerry) Moll roe! Moll roe!

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Oh, don't talk to me of such nonsense as that!
You've been always a very respectable cat;
As the Scotch would say, “Whiles”
You've been out on the tiles;
But you've sown your wild oats, and you very well know
You're no longer a kitten.
(Jerry) Moll roe! Moll roe!
Well, Jerry, I'm really concerned for your case;
I've been young, and can fancy myself in your place:
Time has been I've stood
By the edge of the wood,
And have mew'd—that is, whistled, a sound just as good;
But we're both of us older, my cat, as you know,
And I hope are grown wiser.
(Jerry) Moll roe! Moll roe!