“A surprise party we think very good,
We are the Three Bears that live in the woods.”
They had no sooner seated themselves on three little stools by the fire when “rap-a-tap,” sounded on the door again.
Old Mother Kit-Cat straightened her cap and called.
“Come in, come in, the hearth is wide,
There’s room for one and all inside.”
They all held their breath for no one came in this time.
The Three Little Kittens whispered to each other “What if it should be the Three Little Foxes coming in next? What if it should be the Three Little Foxes who stole our mittens?”
The Three Little Curly-Tails came in next, with a hop and a skip and a bound.
The next minute there was heard a great rumbling and tumbling and Grandpa Growler, who stood with his eyes to the key-hole said, “Some one is coming in a wheel-barrow.”