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FRANKIE THE CAT

Frankie the cat
Was my kinda cat;
He’d a been your
Kinda cat too,
If the kinda cat
Frankie was at
Was the kinda Cat you knew.

He had a great
Big white
Bushy tail,
White as an
Albino crow,
And everywhere
That Frankie went
That bushy tail
Would go.

I walked in one
Day to a
Big Mac store
To buy me a
Big, Big Mac,
Frankie followed
And jumped into
The big Big Mac sack.
And, purring, ate
My big, Big Mac.

I’d a been angry,
I’d a been sore,
But for Frankie
Promising to
Eat no more.
Of my big, Big Macs.
He was that Kinda
Cat, knew where
It’s at and
Daily got fatter
Than fat.

Then one day,
While the sun
Was out, he
Slipped away
From me.
I never saw
Him again,
But I bet
If I did, his
A face would
Be filled
With A
Furry grin.

If you ever see
A big white cat
Licking on
His chops
And grinning
Like a clown,
Take you two
Big hops, and
Call me even
If I’m down.

I miss that cat,
I really do,
He was my
Bosom pal,
Trustier than
Most going by,
Sweeter than
Many a gal.

Frankie the cat
Was my kinda cat;
He’d a been your
Kinda cat too
If the kinda cat
Frankie was at
Was the kinda
Cat you knew.


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