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Lines on the Tom Cat.
Of all sorts of nuisances people complain,
Of a pewterer's shop, of a soap-cart, or drain,
But no such annoyance I've heard of or read,
As a nasty Tom Cat with a cold in his head.
Of a pewterer's shop, of a soap-cart, or drain,
But no such annoyance I've heard of or read,
As a nasty Tom Cat with a cold in his head.
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For all the day long he is coughing and sneezing,
He makes believe purr, but it's only a wheezing,
And you hear too at night, snuffling under your bed,
That nasty Tom Cat with a cold in his head!
He makes believe purr, but it's only a wheezing,
And you hear too at night, snuffling under your bed,
That nasty Tom Cat with a cold in his head!
He mews in the morning for muffin and milk,
He sniffs upon cotton, he sniffs upon silk,
He jumps on the table and sniffs on the bread,
That nasty Tom Cat with a cold in his head!
He sniffs upon cotton, he sniffs upon silk,
He jumps on the table and sniffs on the bread,
That nasty Tom Cat with a cold in his head!
He cocks up his tail and he gives it a lick,
And he makes such a noise that he makes himself sick.
Oh Tom! such proceedings are very ill bred,
You nasty Tom Cat with a cold in your head!
And he makes such a noise that he makes himself sick.
Oh Tom! such proceedings are very ill bred,
You nasty Tom Cat with a cold in your head!
If you happen to ask who's been licking that dish,
Who has upset the butter, or stolen the fish,
Mary Anne will inform you, and so too will Ned,
“'Tis that nasty Tom Cat with a cold in his head!”
Who has upset the butter, or stolen the fish,
Mary Anne will inform you, and so too will Ned,
“'Tis that nasty Tom Cat with a cold in his head!”
At night he is sure to jump up in a chair,
And he rubs on your knees till he makes them all hair;
For his hair once a month all the year through is shed,
That nasty Tom Cat with a cold in his head!
And he rubs on your knees till he makes them all hair;
For his hair once a month all the year through is shed,
That nasty Tom Cat with a cold in his head!
The people all call him a beast and a bore,
They call “Hiss! Tom, get out,” and they open the door,
And when Tom galloped off every one of them said,
“Get out, you Tom Cat, with a cold in your head!”
They call “Hiss! Tom, get out,” and they open the door,
And when Tom galloped off every one of them said,
“Get out, you Tom Cat, with a cold in your head!”
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In the winter he squats down in front of the fire,
And he tries all he can to get nigher and nigher,
And he sniffs at the fender—I wish he were dead!
That nasty Tom Cat with a cold in his head!
And he tries all he can to get nigher and nigher,
And he sniffs at the fender—I wish he were dead!
That nasty Tom Cat with a cold in his head!
At present he's lying full length on my knee,
Now licking his coat, and now catching a flea,
Go get me a gun, some powder, and lead,
I'll shoot that Tom Cat with a cold in his head!
Now licking his coat, and now catching a flea,
Go get me a gun, some powder, and lead,
I'll shoot that Tom Cat with a cold in his head!
He cocks up his ear when you talk of a gun,
And doesn't believe you, but thinks you're in fun,
You'll find out the difference, sir, when you're bled,
You nasty Tom Cat with a cold in your head!
And doesn't believe you, but thinks you're in fun,
You'll find out the difference, sir, when you're bled,
You nasty Tom Cat with a cold in your head!
But here he keeps lying, as cool as you please,
I never saw Pussy Cat more at his ease;
Of your gun it is clear he don't feel any dread—
That nasty Tom Cat with a cold in his head!
I never saw Pussy Cat more at his ease;
Of your gun it is clear he don't feel any dread—
That nasty Tom Cat with a cold in his head!
And now one more stanza I think is enough,
I'll make up the dozen and all of them stuff,
In vain I seek rhymes, they're all of them fled,
With that nasty Tom Cat with a cold in his head!
I'll make up the dozen and all of them stuff,
In vain I seek rhymes, they're all of them fled,
With that nasty Tom Cat with a cold in his head!
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