The Congo and Other Poems by Vachel Lindsay
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I saw a cat -- 'twas but a dream,
I saw a cat -- 'twas but a dream Who scorned the slave that brought her cream -- Mew, mew, mew. Unless the slave were dressed in style, Unless the slave were dressed in style And knelt before her all the while -- Mew, mew, mew. Did you ever hear of a thing like that? Did you ever hear of a thing like that? Did you ever hear of a thing like that? Oh, what a proud mysterious cat. Oh, what a proud mysterious cat. Oh, what a proud mysterious cat. Mew . . . mew . . . mew. A Dirge for a Righteous Kitten To be intoned, all but the two italicized lines, which are to be spoken in a snappy, matter-of-fact way. Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong. |
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