WAR KITTENS

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WAR KITTENS

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In the midst of the Civil War

With death and blood all around

Lincoln bent down and picked up three kittens

Their mother was not to be found

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He cuddled the kittens tenderly

Told them soothingly not to cry

That they would be well cared for

Lincoln would not let them die

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Abe couldn't stop the battles

Nor bring peace to all the land

But he could save these three kittens

Fate placed in his large, gnarled hands

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