Lord Puckington's claws are sharp and long.
Lord Puckington sings his song.
Lord Puckington senses the coming repast.
Lord Puckington sings his song
Lord Puckington sleeps on a suitcase with wheels
Lord Puckington demands his meals
Lord Puckington is the director and we are the cast.
Lord Puckington demands his meals.
Lord Puckington is perched on my knee.
Lord Puckington looks at me
Lord Puckington's claws hold him steady and fast.
Lord Puckington looks at me.
Spare me, Lord Puckington, your song and your scream.
But when you nuzzle my sideburns so, it does make me beam.
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