Oh no, here we go again.
Flat, under the mat
Like a pressed violet
In a lady's book
There is a vole.
Its body curled like a flower
Its tail a thin, thin stem.
It is my gift to you
And you will hate it
Almost as much as I think it wonderful.
That's because you are stupid
And I am a cat.
— Gift by Jan Dean
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