Be still, don't move
My mistress may never see me
Cause I am so still.
As I hide here beside this plant
Thinking and wishing this
plant would get out of my face.
Sit still don't move a muscle
I just might not get caught
There she goes off into another room.
Boy I hope she stays in there for a while
I'm itching to put my paw in one of these planters.
She is back what is that in her hand?
As she puts it up to her face
Calling my name
I look up in disgust
As a flash of light came from that box
She holds up to her face
Dog gone it I'm caught!
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