From Star Trek, The Next Generation, Data's poem to Spot, his beloved cat (who went from male to female in between seasons).
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: ODE TO SPOT
: Felis Catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
: An endothermic quadruped carnivorous by nature.
: Your visual, olfactory and auditory senses
: Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defences.
: I find myself intrigued by your sub-vocal oscillations,
: A singular development of cat communications
: That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
: For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
: A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents:
: You would not be so agile if you lacked its counter-balance.
: And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion
: It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
: Oh Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
: Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array,
: And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend
: I none-the-less consider you a true and valued friend.
Enjoy!
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: ODE TO SPOT
: Felis Catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
: An endothermic quadruped carnivorous by nature.
: Your visual, olfactory and auditory senses
: Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defences.
: I find myself intrigued by your sub-vocal oscillations,
: A singular development of cat communications
: That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
: For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
: A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents:
: You would not be so agile if you lacked its counter-balance.
: And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion
: It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
: Oh Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
: Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array,
: And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend
: I none-the-less consider you a true and valued friend.
Enjoy!