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Little Burms Black
Little
Brown Burm, purring quite firm
The
Yank’s in the window, the Burm on the pillow
But
where is the little girl tending the cats
She’s in
the back, pulling cats from her hat
I won’t
call her too soon, and feel her scorn
For if I
do, the Bombay wont be born. |
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Little Brown Burm
Little
Brown Burm, purring quite firm
Nine in
the ring, and a Sable on the table
Where
is the Judge, he makes not a sound
But when
he is found, he will certainly sing
Oh what
a day
All
Burms in my ring |
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Nikki Had a Black Cat
Nikki
had a Black Cat
Its fur
was Black as night
And
everywhere Nikki went
The
little Black cat, follow he might
It
followed her to a show one day
That was
the copper day
It made
the judge say wow
To see
the Bombay
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Old Doc Thompson
Old Doc
Thompson, sat on the sponson
Watching
the sea and waves
Along
came a brown cat, who made him say wow
And came
to be known, as Wong Mau |