The Three Little Kittens cried,
“We are Three Little Kittens who lost our mittens,
And here they are on a line so dry,
We are Three Little Kittens who lost our mittens
And now we will call, Good bye, good bye.”
“Not so fast,” said Grandpa Growler, “What will Kit-Cat do with the new mittens she has knit for you?”
Old Mother Kit-Cat said,
“They were made for Kittens, one, two, three
I will put them up on the Christmas tree.”
The Three Little Foxes ran away again for they saw the Little Old Man of the Fire, coming after them, and the Three Little Kittens joined paws and danced round and round in a ring, while The Little Old Man of the Fire said,