What tales would you tell if your tongue knew the words,
If your whiskers could whisper a thought?
When copper coins blink, I suspect it’s a wink
As your musings merge into a plot.
You rouse from your dreams at the sound of my voice
And those tufted ears rise from their droop;
What would you endow if that fettered meow
Took a dip into alphabet soup?
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