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In zero-G the kittens float,
Nearby a crunchy taco boat.
They chase the salsa through the air,
while guacamole blobs drift there.
A cosmic chef in starlight pants,
prepares burritos just for cats.
They purr and meow through warp-speed skies,
with taco crumbs in glowing eyes.
And should a comet zip too near,
they’ll fling hot sauce and give a cheer—
for cats in space will always know,
tacos make the engines go!