Master of the goofy openings.
Nine little kittens playing with a ball of yarn,
Their happy cries filling the air;
When one swiped his little paws,
And the ball of yarn did tear.
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Silence befell the tiny room,
As all the cats did stare;
At what once was a ball of yarn,
Now a mess of string and hair.
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The other eight turned to look,
Their fury could not be ensnared;
Into their fellow friend,
Their sharp claws and teeth did tear.
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Eight little kittens playing with a ball of yarn,
The room now a silent nightmare;
With blood and gore and fur a-scattered,
The kittens now play with their fangs bared.
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