Lost your mittens?

You naughty kittens!”

Old mother Puss is dreadfully cross,

At the spoiled dream first, then at the loss;

And with floods of tears down either cheek

Each frightened kitten tries to speak:

“Miew, miew, miew!

Miew, miew, miew!”

A smart cuff over their little brains

Is the only answer the mother deigns

“Not another word from one of you!”

It means, so without more ado,

Ashamed and slow

Away they go.

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