Kitty Cap

My dog won’t wear a hat, so she
Is staying here at home with me.
The party’s started, up the tree,
But if she has a hat, it’s wee–
By which I mean it’s hard to see
Because it’s small
, not made of pee
And dogs don’t party sans chapeau;
The cat, though, has a hat. She’ll go.

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