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MILKING TIME ** #889703 Not An Image ** Just my luck to be a farmer's cat, who thinks I'm just a tad too fat; that I should take a pail or two and help with the milking he's got to do! My cousin Sammy lives in the city, says he eats garbage - that's not pretty! So I'll do my share and then I'll try to get the cream - it's do or die! The farmer's wife thinks its a joke, calls the farmer a mean old bloke; She'll pick me up and pat my head, and feed me some cat food instead. But I don't mind, I think it's great that I can try to earn what I ate; If a cow can stand and not tail-swat, I'm sure I can get milk fresh and hot! The moral of my little "tail" is this: Life isn't all just fun and bliss; Sometimes we have to earn our keep before we're full and fast asleep! Countrymom 9/19/04
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