"...Old Deuteronomy sits in the street
He sits in the High Street on market day;
The bullocks may bellow, the sheep they may bleat,
The cars and the lorries run over the kerb,
And the villagers put up a notice: ROAD CLOSED
So that nothing untoward may chance to disturb
Deuteronomy's rest when he feels so disposed...
...Old Deuteronomy lies on the floor
Of the fox and French Horn for his afternoon sleep;
And when the men say: `There's just time for one more,'
`Now then, out you go, by the back door,
For Old Deuteronomy mustn't be woken
I'll have the police if there's any uproar'
And out they all shuffle, without a word spoken
The digestive repose of that feline's gastronomy must never be broken..."
He's always had an old soul.
At 21 years old, he's officially reached Old Deuteronomy status.
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