Those would be, about, a cat. We excerpt the poem Groucho Marx read, the poem, Gus: The Theatre Cat.
Gus is the Cat at the theatre door,
His name, as I ought to have told you before,
Is really Asparagus. That's such a fuss
to pronounce, that we usually call him just Gus.
His coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rake,
And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake.
Yet he was, in his youth, quite the smartest of cats.
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Leave it to the comedian to tell the truth.
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