A tired old tomcat in the sun,
Dreams of his days of having fun,
When quick as silver he could leap,
Instead of spending hours asleep.
This sleepy tomcat dreams of fish
And tasty morsels in his dish,
And with these thoughts he gently purrs,
Then feels something and quickly stirs.
He flicks a fly from off his nose,
And back to sleep again he goes.
With head to tail and body curled
He’s happy in his feline world.
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