She is right to fear fire.
She hides underneath the neighbours porch.
Trying to coax her out is hard
when the roofers are tarring the roof.
As soon as she hears the flame going
back underneath she darts.
Oh little meower, I feel your anxiety.
She is right to fear fire.
She hides underneath the neighbours porch.
Trying to coax her out is hard
when the roofers are tarring the roof.
As soon as she hears the flame going
back underneath she darts.
Oh little meower, I feel your anxiety.
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