I love my master
Thus I perfume myself with
This long-rotten squirrel
I lie belly-up
In the sunshine, happier than
You ever will be
How do I love thee?
The ways are numberless as
My hairs on the rug
My human is home!
I am so ecstatic I have
Made a puddle
I am your best friend
Now, always, and especially
When you are eating
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