On the eve of 1st November
On the eve of first November,Twas a night I do remember.
For it was a moonless night,
It was dark, atmosphere fright!
Down the road, under a bridge,
Lived a man who wasn't rich.
He used to feed the birds by day,
While he kept the cats at bay.
The cats united one fine day,
And all of them did have their say.
They decided to put an end,
To this human who was no friend.
So they waited for this night,
And they planned everything right.
They saw the window on his bed,
And one by one from it entered.
There were shouts and screams of pain,
And he cried and plead in vain.
When they finished their bloody deed,
The cats came out satisfied indeed!
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