Old Mother Kit-Cat stood in the doorway looking for them.
She cried,
“Go back, go back you naughty Kittens,
Go back and pick up your nice new mittens.”
The Three Little Kittens hung their heads and said,
“We put them on the bank to dry,
We hope to find them by and by.”
“You naughty Kittens” Old Kit-Cat said.
She sent them, without supper, to bed.
The Three Little Kittens cried, “Meow, meow, meow. Can’t we have a dish of milk? Can’t we have a chicken bone?”