Jack Sprat had a cat,
It had but one ear;
That he cut off,
And made small beer.
PUSSY
Child
“Wherefore wash you, Pussy, say,
Every half-hour through the day?”
Pussy
“Why? Because ’twould look so bad
If a dirty coat I had;
Little face and little feet,
They too must be always neat.”
So says Pussy, and I’ve heard
All give her a handsome word,
In the parlour she may be,
People take her on the knee,
Why all love her I can tell,—
It is for washing herself so well.