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Tortoiseshell in labor
No kittens born on Easter
The vet performs a surgery
named after Caesar
She purrs, she licks, she gives them milk
Like all good mama cats
Sometimes she eats her kittens,
mistaking them for rats
Hissing at your hand
Before they even see
In one week they'll have blue eyes
A few more, they'll be green
Litter in the springtime
It is only fitting
to stick into the ground
the sign that reads "Free Kittens"
It's the season
For free kittens
The sign reads
"Free Kittens"
Leave them in the barn
Let them catch the rats
Their mother ate their sisters,
mistaking them for rats
Clinging to your shirt
with their burrs of feet
Pile them in a bucket
Drown them in the creek
Put him in a boot
Make her wear a crown
Name her Football, cross the goal line,
yell out "Touchdown!"
Marry them to one another
Make them say, "I do"
I do want to keep you forever,
my little Spook-a-doo
Tragedy in winter
It is only fitting
To stick into the ground
The sign that reads...
"Rest in Peace," free kitten
You sprout from a
tomato seed,
Free kitten.