True she runs about the house,
Catching, now and then, a mouse.
But, though she thinks it very nice,
That only makes a tiny slice;
She don’t forget, that you should stop,
And leave poor puss a little drop.
Frightened by a Cow.
A very young lady,
With Susan the maid,
Who carried the baby,
Were one day afraid.
They saw a cow feeding,
Quite harmless and still,
Yet screamed without heeding
The man at the mill.
Who seeing their flutter,
Said, “cows do no harm,
But give you good butter
And milk from the farm.”
“So don’t have the folly
Of running at sight
Of a gentle old Mooly,
In terror and fright.”