Across the pent-house took her way,
To see her Dame, so sad, and loving;
Eager to greet the mourning fair
She enter’d by a window, where
A China bowl of luscious cream
Was quiv’ring in the sunny beam.
Puss, who was somewhat tired and dry,
And somewhat fond of bev’rage sweet;
Beholding such a tempting treat,
Resolved its depth to try.