When I was a kid I would believe
To each cat 9 lives God doth give
But some roads buried their carcasses
So concluded I such were not the cases
All cats that meet their first demise
Are but dead without compromise
Their bodies decay and be unseen
Their spirits go straight Upstream
A grown up now I am not that silly
To believe in such a ridiculous folly
I can even tell with utter conviction
To mosquitoes nine lives are given
See, even now, as I’m jotting this down
Hundreds of them are hovering around
My head, my neck, my hands, my feet
Not only do they make me feel the heat
They also turn me, such a genial feller
Times and again indeed a serial killer!
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