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The garden is his Africa, the birds his buffalo prey; Ginger cat is the king of this place and nothing can get in his way! The puddle is his river and the shrubs provide his shade; As he stalks across his kingdom it seems his power cannot fade. He is a fearless hunter: courageous, proud and strong; In his little Africa he can do no wrong. Although it is only a garden and he is only a cat, He still is a mighty king! You can't disagree with that!
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