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I don't care if she's twic't as old as me, / For I've been figgerin' and figgers shows / That I'll grow older faster than she grows, / And when I'm twenty-one or so, why, she / Won't be near twic't as old as me no more, / And then almost the first thing that she knows / I might ketch up to her some day, I s'pose, / And both of us be gladder than before.
When I get whiskers I can let them grow / All up and down my cheeks and on my chin, / And in a little while they might begin / To make me look as old as her, and so / She'd snuggle up to me and call me "paw." / And then I'd call her "pet" instead of "maw."