Kitty, Kitty, soft as pancakes

We will take a day of rest,
and we will all be heaven-blessed.
And we will gather round to dine,
and pass the time with wicked rhymes!

And toast in dandelion wines To hear their mellifluous chimes,
We toast the fallow furrows that we sow,
We toast the monies that we owe,

oh, oh,

We toast the creditors we daily face Who topple down with gruesome grace,
And we toast the aristocrats with blood of blue Because we know our collars are that colour too,
And we toast the artisans of antediluvian crafts with yarn and glue,

We do, we do!


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