This flat is sad, sad, sad!
There is no cat
that chases the rat
when I am out
when I come home
I cannot stand this room
and the smell of doom
by the kitchen door
Lonely, lonely flat
or is this just my heart
that cannot dare to beat
to the music of life?
Can somebody teach my
tired, calloused feet to fly
outside the realm of sky?
then perhaps
This sad, sad, sad flat
Will finally catch a cat.
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