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The Owl and the Pussy-Cat
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat
They took some honey, and plenty of
money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"
Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have
tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one
shilling
You ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it way and were married next
day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill
They dined on mince, and slices of
quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the
sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
by Edward Lear
Cats
Cats sleep,
anywhere
Any table, any chair
Top of piano, window-ledge
In the middle, on the edge
Open drawer, empty shoe
Anybody's lap will do
Fitted in a cardboard box
In the cupboard, with your frocks
Anywhere! They don't care!
Cats sleep anywhere
Elanor Farjeon
Pussy-cat Ate The Dumplings
Pussy-cat ate the dumplings, the dumplings,
Pussy-cat ate the dumplings,
Mama stood by,
And cried, "oh, Fie!
Why did you eat the dumplings?"
Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
where have you been?
"I've been to London
to see the Queen."
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
what did you do there?
"I frightened a little mouse
under the chair."
I'm Only A Cat
I'm only a cat,
and I stay in my place...
Up there on your chair,
on your bed or your face!
I'm only a cat,
and I don't finick much...
I'm happy with cream
and anchovies and such!
I'm only a cat,
and we'll get along fine...
As long as you know
I'm not yours... you're all mine!
Author Unknown
Cat Kisses
Sandpaper kisses
On a cheek or a chin -
That is the way
for a day to begin!
Sandpaper kisses
A cuddle and a purr.
I have an alarm clock
That's covered in fur!
Author Unknown
Three Little Kittens
Three little kittens
lost their mittens,
And they began to cry,
"O mother dear,
We very much fear
That we have lost our
mittens."
"Lost your mittens!
Your naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no
pie."
"No, you shall have no
pie."
"Mee-ow,
mee-ow,
mee-ow."
The three little
kittens found their mittens,
And they began to cry,
"O mother dear,
See here, see here
See! we have found our
mittens."
"Put on your mittens,
You silly kittens,
And you may have some
pie."
"Pur-r, pur-r, pur-r,
Oh, let us have the
pie.
Pur-r, pur-r, pur-r."
The three little
kittens put on their mittens,
And soon ate up the
pie;
"O mother dear,
We greatly fear
That we have soil'd our
mittens."
"Soiled your mittens!
You naughty kittens!"
Then they began to
sigh,
"Mee-ow,
mee-ow,
mee-ow."
The three little
kittens washed their mittens,
And hung them out to
dry;
"O mother dear,
Do not hear,
That we have washed our
mittens?"
"Washed your mittens!
Oh, your good kittens.
But I smell a rat close
by!"
"Hush, hush! mee-ow,
mee-ow!
We smell a rat close
by!
Mee-ow,
mee-ow,
mee-ow!"
Hey, Diddle, Diddle
Hey, diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed
To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Two Little Kittens
Two little kittens, one stormy night,
Begun to quarrel, and then to fight;
One had a mouse, the other had none,
And that's the way the quarrel begun.
"I'll have that mouse," said the biggest
cat;
"You'll have that mouse? We'll see
about that!"
"I will have that mouse," said the
eldest son;
"You shan't have the mouse," said the
little one.
I told you before 'twas a stormy night;
When these two little kittens began to
fight;
The old woman seized her sweeping
broom,
And swept the kittens right out of the
room.
The ground was covered with frost and
snow,
And the two little kittens had no
where to go;
So they laid them down on the mat at
the door,
While the old woman finished sweeping
the floor.
Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,
All wet with snow, and cold as ice,
For they found it was better, that
stormy night,
To lie down and sleep than to quarrel
and fight.
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