One morning our Kittycritter Had an epiphany:A troubling little allergyThat made him rather bitter.An allergy to little girlsAnd their pigtails, especially.If, say, he bumped intoLioara, he cried and sneezed.And so under the bed he squeezedAnd stayed there, feeling blue.If not, alas!His whiskers drooped,His tail puffed up,In short, he lost all class!But anyway, it seems to meAll critters have this allergy.The reason they become so coyCould sometimes mean there’s too much joyAround them, or just too much glitterAnnoying the poor Kittycritter.Also, some triggers for the allergyAre ribbons and pom poms and pink.The truth is, in realityThe problem’s bigger than you think.Even the teacups make him shrink!So what’s the cure for Kittycritter?Pull him gently from under the bed(Use gloves, he’s still quite mad)Avoid all pink and all the glitterAnd find a room that’s safe.A special room, with no pom pomsNo hair pins and no ribbons.Make sure there is a bowl of milkAnd cozy chairs covered in silk.Leave the critter overnight.And have the little girls clean upTheir rooms, until they’re bright.No ribbons, books and teacups,No pink to trigger hiccups.Also, no toy cars. As you know,Not only little boys love wheels!Girls also know how good it feelsTo drive and ride and go!So when the room is spick-and-spanPlace there the Kittycritter.No allergies if there’s no litter,So he can rest at ease again.The little girls can come and play,There will be no more sneezing.But what about the pigtails teasingThe Kittycritter? I should sayThey’re not to blame.The real culprit is the messMade by the little girls, oh yes!Although the boys are just the same!So listen to me, girls and boys,For a happy KittycritterAllergy-free and rarely bitter,Always clean up your toys!
(English Version: Ana Alfianu)
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