still were all fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them;
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they'd left their tails behind them!

It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray,
Unto a meadow hard by--
There she espied their tails side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.

She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
And over the hillocks she raced;
And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
That each tail should be properly placed.

There was a little man,
And he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
He went to the brook,
And he saw a little duck,
And he shot it right through the head, head, head.

He carried it home,
To his good wife Joan,
And bid her make a fire for to bake, bake, bake,
To roast the little duck
He had shot in the brook,
And he'd go fetch her next the drake, drake, drake.

The drake had gone to sail,
With his nice curly tail,
The little man made it his mark, mark, mark.
But he let off his gun,
And he fired too soon,
So the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.

Three little kittens, they lost their mittens,
And they began to cry,
_O mother dear,_
_We very much fear,_
_That we have lost our mittens._
Lost your mittens!
You naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no pie.
_Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow._
No, you shall have no pie.
_Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow._

The three little kittens, they 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.
_Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,_
_O let us have the pie._
_Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r._

The three little kittens put on their mittens,
And soon ate up the pie;
_O mother dear,_
_We greatly fear,_
_That we have soiled our mittens._
Soiled your mittens!
You naughty kittens!
Then they began to sigh,
_Mee-ow; mee-ow, mee-ow._
Then they began to sigh,
_Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.