The stable boy told me not to take him; but I should like to see myself minding him rather;
And of course, out of revenge, he'll just go and make the worst of it to father.
Well, one would think that was enough; but when I came back to the house, oh jolly!
There was our big cat just making a spring at sister Tilda's pretty polly!
And in my haste to save the bird I threw the poker at the cat and killed her!
And got myself in for a scolding from ma, and no great thanks from Tilda.
It's six o'clock now; so, I suppose, they'll soon be home as cross as any Tartar,
To give it to me for being such a bad boy, though I'm sure I'm a regular martyr;
Don't you think so now, after all that I've just been telling?