It seems that I've reached Heaven,
Or its doorstep at any rate,
And been winding round,
St Peter's ankles by the Pearly Gates.
I've plucked the angels harp-strings,
And made a merry sound,
But it's plucking at my heartstrings,
That you are not around.
So I think I'll sit and wait here,
By the big gate that I saw,
And as the souls come floating in,
I'll tap them with my paw,
And when you seek admittance,
They shall rename this place,
It will become Purradise,
And these the Purry Gates!
Author: Unknown
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