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Your cat does my first in your ear O were I admitted as near! In my second I've held by you, my fair, So long that I almost despair; But my prey, if at last I overtake, What a glorious third I shall make!
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You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead.
You throw away the outside and cook the inside. You then eat the outside and throw away the inside.
You seek it out, When your hunger's ripe. It sits on four legs, And smokes a pipe.
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
You row in one while you float.
You roll it or you buy it, People say you shouldn't try it, Because you may get a stroke, From inhaling all that smoke.