He followed the light and soon came to a little wee house on the hill.
A little Kitten was singing,
“Pile the dishes up higher, higher,
Bring in the wood and make more fire,
Of kitchen work I never tire,
Pile the dishes up higher, higher.”
Dishes were piled up to the ceiling.
The Little Old Man of the Fire was so happy, he danced with glee.
The Little Old Man of the Fire rapped on the door and the kitten called, “Come in.”