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DINAH
Our Dinah is a Persian cat
Too beautiful for words!
She wears about her neck a bell
To warn the garden-birds.
Too beautiful for words!
She wears about her neck a bell
To warn the garden-birds.
Her eyes are blue as thrushes' eggs,
Her coat is brown as cloves,
And when she's wakeful, in my lap
She kneads her little loaves.
Her coat is brown as cloves,
And when she's wakeful, in my lap
She kneads her little loaves.
If you could see how diligent
Her paws are when they knead,
You'd think she had at least a score
Of kittycats to feed.
Her paws are when they knead,
You'd think she had at least a score
Of kittycats to feed.
And often, lying in my lap,
So velvety and still,
With steadiness she grinds and grinds
A little coffee-mill.
So velvety and still,
With steadiness she grinds and grinds
A little coffee-mill.
To hear the lovely miller grind,
To watch her knead, is sweet;
It makes me want to pick her up
To kiss her face and feet.
To watch her knead, is sweet;
It makes me want to pick her up
To kiss her face and feet.
I love her sleeping in the sun,
A hot and silky bale;
I love her when she tries to pounce
Upon her shadow's tail.
A hot and silky bale;
I love her when she tries to pounce
Upon her shadow's tail.
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I'd rather have her for my pet
Than guinea-pigs or birds;
For Dinah is a Persian cat
Too beautiful for words!
Than guinea-pigs or birds;
For Dinah is a Persian cat
Too beautiful for words!
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