The cat that kills for pleasure
does not worry, curse or weep.
He tells his fawning 'master'
It's just the company I keep.
The crow that pecks the lambs eyes
never loses any sleep.
He tells the grim faced farmer,
It's just the company I keep.
The fox that raids the hen coop,
he slumbers long and deep.
He tells the mounted huntsman,
It's just the company I keep.
The flea that feeds on blue blood,
is as happy with the cheap.
He finds another warm bed.
Any company he'll keep.
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Author:
Appletree (
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- Category: Reflection
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Nice!
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