I've got a naughty pussycat, she keeps catching butterflies.
I think she has convinced herself they're birdies of small size.
She stalks them on the lavender, they seem to like that spot.
She thinks that she's so clever, comes and shows me what she's got.
She brings them home in tatters, with chewed up broken wings.
Though she never actually kills them, it's a shame for they're such pretty things.
I've tried to tempt her off them, with bowls of milk and fish.
But Lola loves those butterflies, their wings are here favourite dish.
And now she's by the back door and she's juggling a mouse!
The poor little fella's still alive, and she's brought him into the house!
I know she thinks she's funny, little black and white ball of fluff.
Because now its my turn to catch it, and in this house it's gonna be tough!
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