What a naughty boy was that,
To drown poor pussy cat,

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,
You silly kittens,

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
Was a worthy old soul,
As e'er threaded a nee-
dle, or washed in a bowl;
She held mice and rats
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,
She sent them to school,

Did Dame Wiggins of Lee.

The Master soon wrote

That they all of them knew How to read the word "milk" And to spell the word "mew." 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
To spend all their play-time
In learning to fish

For stitlings; they sent her
A present of three,

Which, fried, were a feast
For Dame Wiggins of Lee.

But soon she grew tired
Of living alone;

So she sent for her cats

From school to come home.

Each rowing a wherry,
Returning you see:

The frolic made merry

Dame Wiggins of Lee.

The Dame was quite pleas'd

And ran out to market;

When she came back

They were mending the carpet. The needle each handled

As brisk as a bee:

"Well done, my good cats," Said Dame Wiggins of Lee.

To give them a treat,

She ran out for some rice;
When she came back,

They were skating on ice.
"I shall soon see one down,
Aye, perhaps, two or three,
I'll bet half-a-crown,"
Said Dame Wiggins of Lee.

When spring-time came back
They had breakfast of curds;
And were greatly afraid
Of disturbing the birds.
"If you sit like good cats
All the seven in a tree,
They will teach you to sing,"
Said Dame Wiggins of Lee.