"And Smut feels rather sick to-day,
He told me so just now;
So off you go, again I say,
Or there will be a row.
"And Kit, just leave that stick alone;
Come, drop it now at once;
Of all the cats I ever knew
You are the greatest dunce."
Cried little Smut, "Quick, Snowball, quick!
Or you will be too late;