Nor ever think of mice,
And eat our food so daintily,
They all will call us nice.

We will not purr, we will not sing,
Nor growl as kittens do;
And not a kit among us all

Will give the faintest "Mew."
We'll always say "Yes if you please,"
And "Thank you, sir, for that,"
And not a soul will ever dream
We're only pussy-cats.

HOW MANY

As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives;
Every wife had seven sacks,
Every sack had seven cats,
Every cat had seven kits:

Kits, cats, sacks and wives,

How many were going to St. Ives?

(One)

OVER IN THE MEADOW

Over in the meadow,

In the sand, in the sun, Lived an old mother-toad And her little toadie one. "Wink!" said the mother; "I wink," said the one: So she winked and she blinked In the sand, in the sun.

Over in the meadow,

Where the stream runs blue,

Lived an old mother-fish

And her little fishes two. "Swim!" said the mother; "We swim," said the two:

So they swam and they leaped Where the stream runs blue.

Over in the meadow,

In a hole in a tree, Lived a mother-bluebird

And her little birdies three. "Sing!" said the mother;

"We sing," said the three: So they sang and were glad, In a hole in the tree.

Over in the meadow,

In the reeds on the shore, Lived a mother-muskrat

And her little ratties four. "Dive!" said the mother; "We dive," said the four:

So they dived and they burroughed In the reeds on the shore.

Over in the meadow,

In a snug bee-hive, Lived a mother-honeybee

And her little honeys five. "Buzz!" said the mother;

"We buzz," said the five:

So they buzzed and they hummed In the snug bee-hive.

Over in the meadow,

In a nest built of sticks, Lived a black mother-crow And her little crows six. "Caw!" said the mother; "We caw," said the six: So they cawed and they called In their nest built of sticks.