A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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TAKING CARE OF KITTY.
They brushed the clothes, they beat the clothes,
One sunny April day—
Their winter clothes I mean—and then
They packed them all away
In paper boxes tied around,
With very strongest strings,
First freely sprinkling them with some
Tobacco dust and camphor gum.
One sunny April day—
Their winter clothes I mean—and then
They packed them all away
In paper boxes tied around,
With very strongest strings,
First freely sprinkling them with some
Tobacco dust and camphor gum.
And when their labor done they took
Their tea and toasted bread,
“Why, where is kitty?” some one asked,
And “I know,” Lulu said;
“She's in my dollies' biggest trunk;
I brushed and beated her;
There can't not any moths I dess,
Det into her nice fur.
She scratched my fingers when I put
The camphor stuff about,
Div me some toast that's buttered froo.”
They left it all to her and flew
To get poor kitty out.
Their tea and toasted bread,
“Why, where is kitty?” some one asked,
And “I know,” Lulu said;
“She's in my dollies' biggest trunk;
I brushed and beated her;
There can't not any moths I dess,
Det into her nice fur.
She scratched my fingers when I put
The camphor stuff about,
Div me some toast that's buttered froo.”
They left it all to her and flew
To get poor kitty out.
August 7th, 1881.
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