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They say he is a fiend from Hell,
For he, the Muslim cat, does bell.
The stink of Islam he can smell.
He hears, from spires, his land’s death knell.
Such truths, the world, he’ll bravely tell.
That’s why he now rots in a cell;
But as for me – I wish him well.
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The world’s turned upside down.