I'll catch you a mouse or a rat for your tea.”
So Tommy was dragged by the paw up the lane,
Nor stopped he his mewing at all till they came
To where old Dame Smut kept a school for those cats,
Who learnt something more than the killing of rats.
The kitten ceased mewing, and gazed on the rows
Of good little cats, and he murmured, “Who knows
That p'raps after all I shall like school as well,
And quite enjoy learning to write and to spell!”
When lessons were over, Dame Smut said, “I see