“On the third day from this one,” said Tommy Traddles, promptly. “In the meantime we will eat all that we can, and get together as many provisions as we can carry.”
“Before we part,” said Bidelia, “let us sing a song. Wait; I will make one for this occasion.”
It was the custom of these cats to sing each night before separating, so the others all willingly sat down to wait while Bidelia wrote the words which were to commemorate their newly taken and important resolution.
Singing the song.
Soon that clever little cat announced the song ready, and they sang the following words to the air of the “Battle Hymn of the Republic:”
“We’ll put our fur in order and brave Pilgrim-cats we’ll be;
With whiskers out and tails erect we’ll march courageously.
We’ll found a town for other cats, less fortunate than we:
Each cat shall have his day!