Little Pussy
I love little Pussy,
Her coat is so warm;
And if I don't tease her,
She'll do me no harm.
I'll not pull her tail,
Nor drive her away,
But Pussy and I
Very gently will play.
She'll be gentle with me,
If I'm gentle with her,
And if I speak kindly,
I know she will purr.
She shall sit by my side,
And I'll give her some food
And Pussy will love me
Because I am good.
It's true, if I tease her,
Her claws she will show;
But Pussy knows well
That I never do so.
Puss and the Crab
"I wonder," says puss,
"If a thing like that
Would presume to bite
A respectable cat?
'Tis the queerest thing
That ever I saw;
I'll hit it a slap
With my strong forepaw.
No! No! On the whole
I had better not;
But what curious claws
The creature has got!
I'll just step up
And quietly ask it
How it got out
Of that market-basket.
I'll play with the animal,
Just to see
If it wants to do
Any harm to me.
No! I thank I had better
Get out of its way,
And I surely am safer
Not even to play.
For I'll get into trouble,
And horribly wail,
If that thing with the claws
Takes a grip on my tail."
Rev. A. Taylor
Little Pussies
Three little pussies,
All in a row,
Ranged on the table,
Two down below.
Five little pussies
Dressed all in silk,
Waiting for sugar,
Waiting for milk.
Dear little pussies,
If you would thrive,
Breakfast at nine o'clock,
Take tea at five.

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Puss in the Corner
You are a naughty pussy-cat;
I think it right to mention that
For all who see your picture here—
'Twas you who broke my bunny dear.
An hour ago, as you can tell,
I left him here, alive and well;
And now he's dead, and, what is more
You've broke his leg, I'm pretty sure.
For you, my puss, I'll never care,
No—never, never, never—there!
And you are in disgrace, you know,
And in the corner you must go.
What, crying? Then I must cry too,
And I can't bear to punish you;
Perhaps you've only stunned his head.
And though I'm sure you broke his leg,
It may be mended with a peg;
And though he's very, very funny,
My bunny's not a real bunny;
And I'll forgive and tell you that
You are my precious pussy-cat.
Robert Mack
Tabby
Tabby was a kitten,
Tabby was a thief.
Tabby tried to steal the cream,
And so she came to grief.
Jumping on the table
(Nobody was nigh),
On the pretty cream-jug
Tabby cast her eye:
Wondered what was in it;
Thought she'd like to see;
Crept a little nearer,
Slyly as could be.
Cream was very low down;
Jug was very high;
"Must have some," said Tabby.
"Even if I die!"
Then into the cream-jug
Popped her naughty nose;
Just what happened after,
Only Tabby knows.
This is how we found her,
Naughty little cat!
Did she get a whipping,
Think you, after that?
Tabby was a kitten,
Tabby was a thief,
Tabby tried to steal the cream,
And so she came to grief.