THE PUSSY CAT.
Little puss, come here to me,
Gently jump upon my knee,
And then your pretty eyes I’ll see,
But do not scratch.
Pray do you ever catch a mouse,
As you run up and down the house?
I’m sure you do, good Mrs. Puss,
With these same claws.
Here, share with me this little seat,
I never now poor puss will beat,
So let me feel how soft your feet,
Since you don’t scratch.
How very nicely you can draw,
Quite out of sight each little claw,
And make so soft a velvet paw,
Good little puss.
I saw a little mouse, you know,
Once yonder in the yard below,
And pounce you went upon it so,
Poor little thing.
You loosed it oft, and let it run,
Then to pursue it you begun,
And seemed to think it made good fun,
You cruel puss.
But do not tease it so, I pray,
Because I’ve heard papa oft say,
It was a very cruel way,
And should not be.
So, pussy, you must kill it quite,
Not put it in so great a fright,
And seem to glory in the sight;
Do you hear, puss?