| Lady Supermarket with an apple in her basket
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| Knocks on the manager’s door
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| Grooning to the muzak from a speaker in the shoe rack
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| Lays out her goods on the floor
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| Everything she’s chosen is conveniently frozen
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| «Eat it and come back for more!»
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| Lady Window-Shopper with a new one in the hopper
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| Whips up a chemical brew
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| Croaking to a neighbour while she polishes a sabre
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| Knows how to flavour a stew
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| Never need to worry with a tin of 'Hurri Curri':
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| «Poisoned especially for you!»
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| No use to complain
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| If you’re caught out in the rain
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| Your mother’s quite insane
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| Cat food, cat food, cat food, again?
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| No use to complain
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| If you’re caught out in the rain
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| Your mother’s quite insane
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| Cat food, cat food, cat food, again?
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| Lady Yellow-Stamper with a fillet in the hamper
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| Dying to finish the course
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| Goodies for the table with a fable on the label
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| Drowning in miracle sauce
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| Don’t think I am that rude if I tell you that it’s cat food
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| «Not even fit for a horse!» |