Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine,
Hat full of wine.
Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies,
Forecaster of eyes, so no lies.
Dungaree dome is decked like a pagan temple to Zeus
Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood.
And now that the gate of his eveningi s late
He sits on a log picking ticks off the back of his dog.
Oh he's a nice cat
Hat full of wine.
Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies,
Forecaster of eyes, so no lies.
Dungaree dome is decked like a pagan temple to Zeus
Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood.
And now that the gate of his eveningi s late
He sits on a log picking ticks off the back of his dog.
Oh he's a nice cat
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