To the Tennessee hamlet of Piney Flats
Came the Cat in the Hat to challenge his wits.
The Cat in the Hat was the smartest of cats;
But discovered the pleasures of slivovitz
When he made the mistake of calling at Pat's.
So thoroughly, blissfully ripped to the mammaries,
The Cat and his Hat tumbled into Pat's vats;
They fished him right out, along with the bits
That were all that was left of the poor Cat's hats
(The one on his head, and the spares in his kits),
So off in a snit left the Cat sans his hats
And he never drank any more slivovitz.

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