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Description: Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you hence? I frightened a bulldog over the fence. And to tell the truth, I think I'll go To Paris to dine on some escargot. Then to Rome I'll take a trip To eat some fresh Italian cat nip. Maybe to Russia to slurp some borsch Made from beets and the hooves of a Cossack horse Traveling Cat Poem by George Hunter