with curls like a dream
and spurs like a girl
with purrs and with growls
this creature she howls
and laughs up her nose
every note echoed in prose
in halls painted blue
and she kicked off her shoes
to the mantlepiece, mantlepiece, mantlepiece, mantlepiece, mantlepiece, mantlepiece what a whistling brew
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