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Poor little kittens,
Have lost their Mittens,
And they began to cry,
Oh, Wingnuts dear,
We sadly fear
Our Mittens we have lost.
What! Lost our Mittens,
Such sorry kittens!
Then we shall have no pie.

The poor little kittens,
They mourn their Mittens,
And hang him out to dry;
Oh Wingnuts dear,
Look here, look here,
Our Mittens we have mourned;
Woe! Mourned our Mittens,
We're such sad kittens,
But we smell a rat close by!
Hush! Hush! Hush! Hush!
Hush!, Hush, hush,
We smell a rat close by.

The poor little kittens,
Who lost their Mittens,
They smelled a rat close by;
McCain! McCain!
They shrieked in vain,
Has stolen our Mittens pie!
Stolen our Mittens pie,
Oh sigh. Lo dreary kittens,
Then we shall have to try,
to find our way...
Draft Tom Delay!
Yes! Tom's our kind of guy!

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