Old Mother Kit-Cat shook her head, so the Three Little Kittens went pit-a-pat pit-a-pat, up stairs to bed.
They were so hungry they kept talking about good things to eat and that made them want their supper more and more.
“Fish and bones” said Dot, “Milk and cream,” said Tot, “Meat and gravy” said Trot.
Old Mother Kit-Cat called,
“Hush, be still, for over the hill,
The Sandman comes his bag to fill.”
At this, the Three Little Kittens pulled the covers high up over their heads, for they did not want the Sandman to tuck them in his bag.
ALL THIS TIME THREE LITTLE FOXES WEARING THREE PAIRS OF MITTENS WERE DANCING MERRILY IN THE MOONLIGHT.
The Sandman came up over the hill and peeped in at the window.
He saw the beds where the Three Little Kittens lay with the covers pulled up over their heads. He sang softly,