Kittens, Kittens,
little tiny kittens,
with such soft mittens,
how Lovable you are, it's
difficult to say.
such delicate kits,
in a heap they lay,
squished, squashed,
all lined up, 2 in a row.
here comes your Mother to
get you washed,
and I suppose I should leave this poem just so.
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