The sun reigns, and the cat with the fiddle sings:
The fork ran away with the spoon.
They made sweet, sweet love.
Us cats have to kill one more loon
Before we can know love,
Love like that anytime soon.
Til then there is but death.
Last night, by the light of moon
We cats brought death,
Death onto ceric. And soon,
We'll die too, oh yes.
And all I can do is croon.
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