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The Stray
| Monday - he said
that a crumb would do, Tuesday - he asked me to make it two, Wednesday - he said he'd prefer to have Fish - and not on a paper, he'd prefer it on a dish, Thursday - he said it was cold out there, so what about letting him sleep on a chair, Friday - he made it perfectly clear, that "Lucky old me", he was going to live here, Saturday night he took half of my bed, and woke me early to get himself fed, Today, we'll share chicken, because it's Sunday, I wonder what he would like on Monday? |