

There was a little bush cat
As black as a coal.
With eyes as blue as a cloud.
And he clashed a little bush rat in a hole.
And there he came to grief, to grief
And there he came to grief
He looked up to the sky and sang with a small guitar
Poor little bush cat is Dead
Poor little cat is dead.
Oh my poor puss my love
Oh my poor pussy is dead
Poor little bush cat and the long greenish snake with angry red eyes.
Returned with a yarn to his bed
He returned with a yarn to his bed.


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