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Don’t be a “Sour-Puss”
Sir Puckerpaws and the Lemon of Doom
Sir Puckerpaws, so bold and spry,
Spied a lemon slice and gave it a try.
He sniffed, he licked, he took a bite—
Then launched three feet into the night.
His whiskers twitched, his eyes went wide,
He yowled as if his soul had died.
His tongue stuck out, his tail took flight—
That citrus gave him quite a fright!
Now lemons quake beneath his stare,
For Sir Puckerpaws is well aware:
Though round and yellow, bright with cheer…
They hide a tartness cats should fear.