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When I was but a child
(Oh please don’t hate me)
I loved all the little kittens
and the kittens all loved me.
We lived way out in the country
where the alfalfa was always green
with a ditch for irrigating
Do you know what I mean?
My brother had always told me
a kitten could surely swim
but he told me many stories
so why should I believe him?
Besides they were little kitties
all fluffy and so cute
too little for any swimming
they still fit inside my boot.
He said, "Oh don’t be chicken
Yes they really can swim""
But I was a little skeptical
and besides, I didn’t trust him.
He taunted and he pestered me
and he needled me that so
I decided just to do it
I really did have to know
But I was just a softy.
I knew I couldn’t do that
So instead of choosing a kitten
I’d try the mother cat.
She was quite a bit bigger
and we’d be right there too.
So if she started to drown
we would know what to do.
So I gathered up all the kittes
and sat them down in a row
on the ditch bank beside the water
"Now come on, Let's start this show."
I saw my brother climbing
up the old walnut tree
Then he sat there just sneering
and looking down at me.
I went then and started searching
for the lazy old mother cat
I knew she’d be somewhere sleeping
she was getting much too fat
I picked her up, oh so gently
and I walked straight to the ditch
and saying "Oh kitty I love you."
I gave that Mom cat a pitch.
She lit right down in the water
She howled and screeched, I looked grim
but my brother was right, I admit it
She really, really could swim...
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