“You’ll not find your mittens,
You Three Little Kittens,
They were stolen away,
For a year and a day.”
“Hark! What does the Wind say about our mittens?” asked the Three Little Kittens. They shouted at the top of their lungs, “We cannot spare our mittens for a year and a day, perhaps the wind is only teasing.”
“The Wind may be false, the Wind may be true
We’ll accomplish what we set out to do,”
said Mother Catastrophe, and they drew nearer and nearer the Foxes’ den every step they took.
Dot and Tot said, “By our long whiskers, we wish we were home.”
