Every time the bucks went clattering, Over Oklahoma A firecat bristled in the way. Wherever they went, They went clattering. Until they swerved, In a swift, circular line, To the right, Because of the firecat. Or until they swerved, In a swift, circular line, To the left, Because of the firecat. The bucks clattered. The firecat went leaping, To the right, to the left, And Bristled in the way. Later, the firecat closed his bright eyes And slept. This poem is in the public domain. |
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