When I grow old, I will invent
A bouncy rubber cat.
And when you drop it on its back
It will not break or splat.
I could take away eight lives;
It'd have one left, I'd surmise
And when it'd fall, there'd be no surprise;
No broken spine or glazed eyes
O the glory of a rubber cat!
Yes, I think I'll invent that.
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