For what was I ever
If never I thought would come a day
When the mouse did play and the cat was ok
As long as she could strut about
And still have an ounce of clout
But still...
He told her to go
Could this be friend or foe
Be careful, tread lightly or you might make her mad
For what was I ever...
My happy turned sad
So to the dark forest I run
For what was I ever...
Except pushed aside.
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