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56
A MOUSE, A CAT, AND AN IRISH BULL
A little mouse nibbled a Limburger cheese,
And back to his bedchamber stole,
Whence never again was he destined to squeeze,
For the smell was too large for the hole.
And back to his bedchamber stole,
Whence never again was he destined to squeeze,
For the smell was too large for the hole.
And a Pussy Cat, passing, instinctively stood;
For her appetite urged her to try it;
But she answered her stomach that grumbled for food,
“I should die if I lived on such diet.”
For her appetite urged her to try it;
But she answered her stomach that grumbled for food,
“I should die if I lived on such diet.”
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