Rhymes for the nursery By the authors of "Original Poems" [i.e. Ann Taylor]. Twenty-seventeenth edition |
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The frolicsome Kitten.
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The frolicsome Kitten.
Dear kitten, do lie still, I say,
For much I want you to be quiet,
Instead of scampering away,
And always making such a riot.
For much I want you to be quiet,
Instead of scampering away,
And always making such a riot.
There, only see, you've torn my frock,
And poor mamma must put a patch in;
I'll give you a right earnest knock,
To cure you of this trick of scratching.
And poor mamma must put a patch in;
I'll give you a right earnest knock,
To cure you of this trick of scratching.
Nay, do not scold your little cat,
She does not know what 'tis you're saying;
And ev'ry time you give a pat,
She thinks you mean it all for playing.
She does not know what 'tis you're saying;
And ev'ry time you give a pat,
She thinks you mean it all for playing.
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But if your pussy understood
The lesson that you want to teach her,
And did not choose to be so good,
She'd be, indeed, a naughty creature.
The lesson that you want to teach her,
And did not choose to be so good,
She'd be, indeed, a naughty creature.
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