Sunday, September 1, 2013

Sunday's Kat Kwote

A cat came fiddling out of a barn.
With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm:
She could sing nothing but fiddle cum fee,
The mouse has married the bumble-bee;
Pipe, cat—dance, mouse,
We'll have a wedding at our good house.

~ Mother Goose ~

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