| The old cat caught him by the tail Just as he reached the door, But snap! it broke, and out he ran, And ne'er was heard of more. But for the little kitten, He danced about with glee; "The wicked rat has fled, has fled; Meow, meow!" sang he. |
GRANDFATHER STORK
| A very naughty boy was John; He quarreled with his food, And would not eat his bread and milk, As all good children should. It grieved his kind mamma to see How thin and thinner grew Her little John, in spite of all That she could say or do. |