Muscled, black with steel-green eye Swishing through the rye grass With thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie. Tail balancing at half-mast. ...and the mouse police never sleeps --- Lying in the cherry tree. Savage bed foot-warmer of purest feline ancestry. Look out, little furry folk! He's the all-night working cat. Eats but one in every ten --- Leaves the others on the mat. ...and the mouse police never sleeps --- Waiting by the cellar door. Window-box town crier Birth and death registrar. With claws that rake a furrow red --- Licensed to multilate. From warm milk on a lazy day To dawn patrol on hungry hate. ...no, the mouse police never sleeps --- Climbing on the ivy. Windy roof-top weathercock. Warm-blooded night on a cold tile.
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