Pussy-Cat and Mousey
Pussy-Cat lives in the servant's hall,
She can set up her back and purr;
The little mice live in a crack in the wall,
But they hardly dare venture to stir;
For whenever they think of taking the air,
Or filling their little maws,
The Pussy-cat says, "Come out if you dare;
I will catch you all with my claws."
Scramble, scramble, scramble, went all the little Mice,
For they smelt the Cheshire cheese,
The Pussy-Cat said, "It smells very nice,
Now do come out, if you please."
"Squeak," said the little Mouse; "squeak, squeak, squeak,"
Said all the little ones too;
"We never creep out when cats are about,
Because we're afraid of you."
So the cunning old Cat lay down on a mat
By the fire in the servants' hall:
"If the little Mice peep, they'll think I'm asleep;"
So she rolled herself up like a ball.
"Squeak," said the little Mouse, "we'll creep out
And eat some Cheshire cheese,
That silly old Cat is asleep on the mat,
And we may sup at our ease."
Nibble, nibble, nibble went all the little mice,
And they licked their little paws;
Then the cunning old Cat sprang up from the mat,
And caught them all with her claws.
Puss in the Pantry
Hie, hie, says Anthony, puss in the pantry
Gnawing, gnawing a mutton, mutton-bone;
See now she tumbles it, see now she mumbles it,
See how she tosses the mutton, mutton-bone,
Dick killed Puss
Do look at the cat! why, what is she at?
She's catching a rat that's hid in Dick's hat.
Dick ran for a bat to knock him down flat,
But, crossing the mat the foolish young brat
Tripped up and fell flat, He half killed the cat
Instead of the rat, Hal cried out that that
Was just tit for tat.
Puss and the Monkey
Says Mr. Monkey, giving a wink;
"It would be exceedingly funny, I think,
To catch the cat, and give her a drink,
Out of a great big bottle of ink."
So, suiting the action to word,
He caught up Puss, but she demurred;
And made such a noise you never heard,
And said it 'twas worse than eating a bird.
The Puss she didn't like ink at all!
She didn't like bottles great or small;
Ink to her was worse than gall,
And so she did nothing but spit, mew, and squall.
And that's all!
Sing Sing
Sing, sing, what shall I sing?
The cat has ate the pudding-string!
Do, do, what shall I do?
The cat has bit it quite in two.
Good Puss
Poor Puss, dear, lovely pretty puss,
Content at home to stay;
Thy pleasure's shown in gambol tricks
And loves to skip and play.
Grateful for every sup of milk,
And for every bit of meat;
Gives lively proof of gratitude
By singing while you eat.
See, how she cleans her sleeky skin!
A soil would prove a flow;
She licks her neck, her sides and back,
And don't forget her paw.
Mary's Puss Drowned
Mary had a little cat,
With long snow-white hair.
Such a merry little cat,
Jumping everywhere.
When Mary went to take a walk,
Pussy ran to meet her,
Rubbed its head against her frock
And said, 'Purr, purr,' to greet her.
Once, when Mary was at school,
Some cruel bad boys found it,
And in a pond beside the road,
Oh, sad to tell, they drowned it!
Poor Mary's face was wet with tears,
When she found Pussy lying:—
I would not be a cruel boy,
To set poor Mary crying.
My Pussy
I love little Pussy, her coat is so warm;
And if I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm,
So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
But Pussy and I very gently will play.
She'll sit by my side, and I'll give her some food;
And Pussy will love me, because I am good.
Oh! here is Miss Pussy, she's drinking her milk;
Her coat is as soft and as glossy as silk.
She sips the milk up with her little lap-lap;
Then, wiping her whiskers, lies down for a nap.
My kitty is gentle, she loves me right well;
How funny her play is I'm sure I can't tell.
Now under the sofa, now under the table.
She runs and plays bopeep as well as she's able.
Oh! dearly I love her! you never did see
Two happier playmates than kitty and me.

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