To a Maltese

Tell me, little cat, stop and tell me, little cat:
Wherefore is life, think you?

You're poking that paper ball, little cat;
you're poking that paper ball.

Tell me, little cat, stop and tell me, little cat:
Wherefore is life, think you?

You're lapping away your milk, little cat;
you're lapping away your milk.

Tell me, little cat, stop and tell me, little cat:
Wherefore is life, think you?

You're washing your soft gray coat, little cat;
you're washing your soft gray coat.

Tell me, little cat, stop and tell me, little cat:
Wherefore is life, think you?

You're purring and falling asleep, little cat;
you're purring and falling asleep.…
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