Sally is a cat
A very fat cat
That sits on the
Foot of my bed
I love Sally
(She’s very discreet)
This very fat cat
That attacks my feet
She keeps a secret
(That’s a good thing)
Don’t know what
I’d do If this cat
Decided to sing!
But all she does
Is sit on my bed
And never, ever
Is a word said
And that’s why
I love Sally
(She’s very discreet)
This very fat cat
That attacks my feet
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Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on May 25, 2011
Good cat. Good discreet cat. They are like that, discreet I mean. I had one once we called Beelzebub, who if we were tardy getting up he would jump up on the bed and very lightly nick my wife on the mouth. I have a feel he knew better than to wake me like that.,
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