And dear little puss, as quick as a dart,
Would dash it, when near her it swung;
But kitty could only laugh out of her eyes,
For joy that a ball could be strung.
O frolicsome kitty! Say, why did you come
Where somebody often gets cross?
You don’t know what rough words may meet you in life,
When there’s not a play-ball to toss!
Then Truth answered me in a sweet, loving tone,
And said that wee kitty had come