When I try ter make some sparks fly out uv Tabby's tail
Aunt Polly says, "Bad boys like you are sometimes put in jail;"
But I don't mind her not a bit, an' make jest lots uv noise,
An' nen she looks so cross an' sez, "Deliver me frum boys."
II.
My Aunt Polly likes her cat er-nough sight better'n me, 'n'
Keeps a-coddlin' it 'ith cream 'n' sometimes catnip tea.
Seen some tracks behin' ther shed, an' nen I sez, sez I,
"I'll catch yer, Mister Cotton-Tail, to make a rabbit pie;"
So me'n' Tommy Baker found er empty cracker box;