The thing to you may seem quite funny,
They traded the mittens for milk and honey.”
The Three Little Kittens joined paws and whirled round singing,
“The Three Little Bears have our mittens ho, ho,
To their little wee house in the woods we must go.”
Grandpa Growler was always in a hurry to do things so he growled again pleasantly saying,
“I will not wait a year and a day,
We’ll start away, and make no delay.”
Before the Three Little Kittens could say a word he had tucked Dot and Tot in his overcoat pockets, and he tucked Trot in his market basket and walked off in his funny flat-footed manner.
The Little Kittens felt safe but Dot and Tot whispered to each other, “What if we should fall? What if we should meet the Bears in the woods?”