My Ocelot would laugh a lot
And when he was elated
His fur would shake his nostrils quake
Until he oscillated
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
My Ocelot would laugh a lot
And when he was elated
His fur would shake his nostrils quake
Until he oscillated
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