Black Panther
by Ann Mortifee
Do you remember the cats
I mentioned before
The gold ones with black spots
And the terrible roarWell, something unusual
You might want to know
Every so often
Why? ... Nobody knowsA black one is born
As black as the coal
And noone knows why
But they think, I am toldShe's a gift from the moon
To the dark of the night
She's the daughter of midnight
Who fills us with light
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