Dame Trot and Her Cat

by Anonymous

He'd never been used to such queer cattish ways;

But Puss mew'd so sweetly, and moved with such grace,

That Spot at last liked her, and licked her white face.

The Dame went to market and left them alone,

Puss washing her face, the dog picking a bone;

But when she came back, Spot was learning to dance,

From Pussy, who once had had lessons in France.