Bia, sweet as honey, little girl,
asked for a book, just a tiny whirl,
tiny paws, fluffy and round,
little claws that make no sound,
whiskers thin as threads of thread,
coats so soft upon her bed,
eyes like beads, so round and bright,
tails that dance with pure delight.
So I said, "don't think twice,
just make with Bia pocket book with pussycats, nice!"
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