But ate with their fingers! ah, how soiled!
Dame Puss declares the mittens are spoiled!
“Miew, miew, miew,
Miew, miew, miew!”
Then all run out to the rain-water tub,
Dip in their mittens, and rub, and rub;
Their little knuckles are fairly bare,
And wet, as if drowned, is every hair—
Still, over the tub,
They rub, rub, rub!