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OUR YOUNG FOLKS.
THE CITY CAT.
He is gaunt and thin, with a ragged coat,
A scraggy tail, and a hunted look;
No songs of melody burst from his throat
As he seeks repose in some quiet nook--
A safe retreat from this world of sin,
And all of its boots and stones and that--
For the life of a cat is a life of din,
If he is a city cat.
He is grumpy and stumpy, and old and gray,
With a sleepy look in his lonely eye,
(The other he lost at a matinee--
Knocked out by a boot from a window high.)
Wherever he goes, he never knows--
Quarter or pause in the midnight spree,
For the life of a cat is a life of blows,
If he is a city cat.
He is pelted by boys if he stirs abroad,
He is chased by dogs if he dares to roam.
His grizzled bosom has never thawed
'Neath the kindly blare of the light of home.
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