Trot said,
“We are Three Little Kittens,
Who once lost our mittens.”
At the mention of the word, “mittens,” the most remarkable thing happened.
ALL THE ANIMALS WERE MARCHING, RIGHT FOOT, LEFT FOOT
Old Shadow took out his watch and cried, “It is quarter to spring, it is quarter to spring. I must hurry, hurry, hurry or I will be too late to meet Lady Spring.”
Whisk! bound! He was out of his burrow before you could wink an eye lash!