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Poor Kitty Popcorn, buried in a snow drift now!
Never more we'll hear the music of her gladsome song,
“Me-o-o-o-w!”

Oh, she had a happy home beneath the Southern sky,
But she packed her goods and left it when our troops came by,
And she fell into the column with a low, glad cry,
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