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I wish for such a lot of things That never will come true— And yet I want them all so much I think they might, don't you?

I want a little kitty-cat That's soft and tame and sweet, And every day I watch and hope I'll find one in the street.

But nursie says, "Come, walk along, "Don't stand and stare like that"— I'm only looking hard and hard To try to find my cat.