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The leading lights of land and law Are those before we stand in awe Respect we show because we think From vice and sin they sure would shrink. The fruit we pick, the corn we reap It should not be for some to keep. The people say it should be so: The cats and dogs must share the dough. The cats complain: those dingy dogs They should be thrown back in the bogs 'Tis we maintain the nation's wealth And so our spoils are never stealth. The dogs protest: do not recoil The time has come to lance the boil And rid ourselves of this old rot The cats are all a crooked lot. They then respond: although he slogs A little bit will do Joe Bloggs. The cats are fat and have their say They steal the cream and win the day. And when it comes to say goodbye They plunder then the public pie. The cats are brats, 'tis then we're told That they are worth their weight in gold.
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