And there among the tulips red,
Where I may never lay my head,
I see the Cruel Gardener hoe
The baby weeds that may not grow.
Now I climb down—“Oh dear,”—I mew,
“Which end goes first—what shall I do?
Oh, good Kind Gardener, big and brown,
Please come and help this Kitten down.”
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The Whole Duty of Kittens
When Human Folk at Table eat,
A Kitten must not mew for meat,
Or jump to grab it from the Dish,
(Unless it happens to be fish).