ne,
Puss dressed herself up, as she thought, very fine,
And coaxed kind old Spot, who looked at her with pride,
To play pony for her, and give her a ride.

Now Spot, who to welcome his mistress desired,
And to "company manners" had never aspired,
Jumped up to fawn on her--and down came the cat,
And crushed, in her tumble, her feather and hat.

"Oh, puss!" said Dame Trot, "what a very sad mess!
You'd best have remained in your natural dress;
The graces which Nature so kindly bestows
Are more often hid than improved by fine clothes.

Mistress Puss and Doggy

A little dog said, and he looked very wise,
"I think, Mistress Pus,
You make a great fuss
With your back and your great green eyes
And you, Madam Duck,
You waddle and cluck,
Till it gives one the fidgets to hear you;
You'd better run off
To the old pig's trough,
Where none but the pigs, ma'am, are near you."

The duck was good-natured, and she ran away;
But old pussy-cat
With her back up sat,
And said she intended to stay;
And she showed him her paws,
With her sharp, long claws,
So the dog was afraid to come near,
For Puss if she pleases,
When a little dog teases
Can give him a box on the ear.

Don't Hurt Puss

I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;
So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
But Pussy and I very gently will play.

[Illustration: Cat with Head stuck in Broken Milk Jug.]

Head In The Milk Jug

Ho! Master, Mistress, Mary, run,
Your Tabby is in grief;
This broken jug caught hold of me
As though I were a thief.

Cat Up The Plum Tree

Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty,
The cat ran up the plum tree
I lay you a crown
I'll fetch her down;
So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.

Pussy-Cat Mole

Pussy Cat Mole
Jumped over a coal,
And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole
Poor Pussy is weeping, she'll have no more milk
Until her best petticoat's mended with silk.

The Three Little Kittens

Three little kittens they lost their mittens,
And they began to cry,
"Oh! mammy dear, we sadly fear,
Our mittens we have lost."
"What! lost your mittens,
You naughty kittens,
Then you shall have no pie."
Miew, miew miew, miew.

The three little kittens had need of mittens:
The winter was now nigh.