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Magika the Cat
I am Magika the cat,
I’m all black not white or grey,
So make yourself comfortable,
And I’ll tell you about my day.
My owner isn’t boring
But I would never want her to switch,
To be someone ordinary,
You see she is a witch.
Not an evil one you see in films,
With a big wart on her nose,
Or smelling of old dirty socks,
With eleven hairy toes.
No, she isn’t like that at all,
She has skin as white as snow,
She’s far too pretty to look like a witch,
So not many people know.
She found me a stray on the streets,
I was hungry and as thin as a stick,
She took me home and fed me,
And made me her magic sidekick.
Don’t think it’s easy to be a witch’s pet,
You have to get used to the smell,
And I kept falling off the broomstick,
For I couldn’t balance well.
There are lots of other jobs too,
I spy on enemies in the witch’s park,
But I wasn’t very good at it,
As I didn’t like the dark.
I have to keep the potion room,
Clear of all the mice,
But I wasn’t the best at doing it,
So she made me clear it twice.
I tried very hard to be
The perfect witch’s cat,
But she seemed she would be better off
If instead she had a bat.
I practised extremely hard,
Everything day and night,
Until eventually I found,
I could do everything right.
I could chase all the rats away,
Even got used to the smell,
I could spy on her enemies perfectly,
And on the broomstick I could balance well.
So today I did my usual jobs,
And kept her enemies in sight,
I stirred the bright green potion,
So we can go flying out tonight.
That’s my mistress calling me,
I have lots of stirring to do,
I hope you can keep what I told you quiet,
As your in on the secret too.
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