There was a little kitty cat,
No feline could be sweeter.
She purred and did good cat-like things
But was a picky eater.
This cat preferred the types of foods
That came in shades of violet
And when fed foods less purple
She would howl and be un-quiolet.
Blackberries were her entrees
And those 'taters from Peru,
Eggplants, plums and rotkohl
With some boysenberry stew.
Green beans that were purple,
Plummy basil and some taro,
Which she chased with sun-kissed ripened grapes
That she stole from a sparrow.
And then one day it came to pass
(As we all feared it would)
She turned a shade of purple
(Though on her it looked quite good.)
You'll find her on this eyeglass chain
With beads in all her hues.
Just hope she doesn't change her mind
And switch to foods chartreuse.
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