The old black witch’s cat
Has nothing much to do
He’s a sleepy old
familiar
Oddly named
Witchitypoo
He is quite partial to
a mouse
Should one happen into
view
But he doesn’t stir
himself
For he never has to
pursue
There is no thought of
chasing
And no need to bite
and chew
For with a flick of
his paw
A spell is cast by
Witchitypoo
And then he leisurely
dines
On a tasty mouse stew
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