PUSS IN A QUANDARY.
The table is spread, my daughter dear,
Let us just climb up—there’s no one near—
And help ourselves to the best that’s here.
Wouldn’t you like a piece of trout?
Ow! but the bones should have been picked out.
Here’s a savory dish of meat.
Ah, this omelet is a treat!
Don’t be dainty—a feast so gay