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It was a hungry pussy cat, upon Thanksgiving morn,
And she watched a thankful little mouse, that ate an ear of corn.
“If I ate that thankful little mouse, how thankful he should be,
When he has made a meal himself, to make a meal for me!

“Then with his thanks for having fed, and his thanks for feeding me,
With all his thankfulness inside, how thankful I shall be!”
Thus mused the hungry pussy cat, upon Thanksgiving Day;
But the little mouse had overheard and declined (with thanks) to stay.