What a naughty boy was that, Who never did him any harm, But killed the mice in his father's barn! THREE LITTLE KITTENS. Three little kittens lost their mittens, And they began to cry, O mother dear, We very much fear That we have lost our mittens. Lost your mittens ! You naughty kittens! Then you shall have no pie. Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. No, you shall have no pie. Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. The three little kittens found their mittens, And they began to cry, O mother dear, See here, see here! See! we have found our mittens. Put on your mittens, And you may have some pie. Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r, O let us have the pie. Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r. The three little kittens put on their mittens, And soon ate up the pie; O mother dear, We greatly fear That we have soil'd our mittens. Soiled your mittens ! You naughty kittens! Then they began to sigh, Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. Then they began to sigh, Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. The three little kittens washed their mittens, And hung them out to dry; O mother dear, Do you not hear, That we have washed our mittens? Washed your mittens! , you're good kittens. But I smell a rat close by: Hush! Hush! mee-ow, mee-ow. We smell a rat close by, Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. DAME WIGGINS OF LEE, AND HER SEVEN WONDERFUL CATS. Dame Wiggins of Lee In such antipa-thy, That seven fine cats Kept Dame Wiggins of Lee. The rats and mice scared By this fierce whiskered crew, The poor seven cats Soon had nothing to do; So, as any one idle She ne'er loved to see, Did Dame Wiggins of Lee. And they all washed their faces Before they took tea: "Were there ever such dears!" Said Dame Wiggins of Lee. He had also thought well To comply with their wish For stitlings; they sent her Which, fried, were a feast But soon she grew tired So she sent for her cats From school to come home. Each rowing a wherry, Dame Wiggins of Lee. |