We are not afraid if you’ll lead the way.”
Old Mother Catastrophe rolled her great green eyes and said,
“What about my lame leg and crooked back?
’Tis a mile away, alas! alack!”
Brave little Trot said, “We will take you in the wheel-barrow and wheel you right up to the Foxes’ den if you will only go with us.”
Mother Catastrophe agreed to this, and they all sat round in a circle while she told them about Foxes.
She began by saying,
“Alas! Little Kittens! alas! Little Kittens,
Three Little Foxes have stolen your mittens.”