| Deuteronomy’s lived a long time
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| He’s a cat who has lived many lives in succession
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| He was famous in proverb and famous in rhyme
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| A long while before Queen Victoria’s accession
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| Old Deuteronomy’s buried nine wives
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| And more — I am tempted to say ninety-nine
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| And his numerous progeny prospers and thrives
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| And the village is proud of him in his decline
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| At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy
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| When he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall
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| The Oldest Inhabitant croaks
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| Well, of all things, can it be really?
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| Yes! |
| No! |
| Ho! |
| Hi! |
| Oh, my eye!
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| My mind may be wandering, but I confess
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| I believe it is Old Deuteronomy!
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| Old Deuteronomy sits in the street
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| He sits in the high street on market day
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| The Bullocks may bellow, the sheep they may bleat
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| But the dogs and the herdsmen will turn them away
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| The cars and the lorries run over the curb
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| And the villagers put up a notice «Road closed»
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| So that nothing untoward may chance to disturb
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| Deuteronomy’s rest when he feels so disposed
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| The digestive repose of that feline’s gastronomy
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| Must never be broken whate’er may befall
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| The Oldest Inhabitant croaks
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| Well, of all things, can it be really?
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| Yes! |
| No! |
| Ho! |
| Hi! |
| Oh, my eye!
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| My mind may be wandering, but I confess
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| I believe it is Old Deuteronomy!
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| Well, of all things, can it be really?
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| Yes! |
| No! |
| Ho! |
| Hi! |
| Oh, my eye!
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| My legs may be tottery, I must go slow
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| And be careful of Old Deuteronomy! |