A NEW KIND OF PUS-SY-CAT.

[PRET-TY, PRET-TY KIT-TY!]
[NAUGH-TY, NAUGH-TY KIT-TY!]

"Here is a pus-sy-cat,

A new kind of pus-sy-cat,

An odd, queer pus-sy-cat,

Lying on the sand;

"It does not look like Top-sy,

It does not look like Tab-by,

And when I call it Wink-ie

It does not un-der-stand.

"Come and see me, kit-ty,

Pret-ty, pret-ty kit-ty,

Poor, lit-tle kit-ty,

I'll stroke you with my hand."

One lit-tle lov-ing pat

Gives the ba-by—on-ly that;

The new kind of pus-sy-cat,

Lying on the sand.

That does not look like Top-sy,

And does not look like Tab-by,

And when she calls it Wink-ie

Does not un-der-stand.

That's neith-er soft nor fur-ry,

Nor full of play, nor pur-ry,

Seiz-es in a hur-ry

And bites the ba-by's hand.

[The Black Swan.]