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 What a magnificent cat

What whiskers

What tail

What ears on whose tips

Could turn a full term whale

And what teeth are pointy fangs

For bird pricking

And feathery pangs

What claws scratch under doors

For oils and balls of wool or twine

What a Magnificat

Oh sing to the fat cat upstairs

And All who sleep on window sills

Or upon bare legs sprawl and stare

What cat, that climbs the curtains

What cat that scats and crimes

Like a burglar of the night kind

Shaken but not stirred

By the night's long times