Here's my baby's bread and milk,
For her lip as soft as silk;
Here's the basin, clean and neat;
Here's the spoon of silver sweet;
Here's the stool, and here's the chair
For my little lady fair.
No, you must not spill it out,
And drop the bread and milk about;
But let it stand before you flat,
And pray, remember pussy cat;
Poor old pussy cat that purrs
All so patiently for hers.
True she runs about the house,
Catching, now and then, a mouse.
But, though she thinks it very nice,
That only makes a _tiny_ slice;
She don't forget, that you should stop,
And leave poor puss a little drop.
Frightened by a Cow.
A very young lady,
With Susan the maid,
Who carried the baby,
Were one day afraid.
They saw a cow feeding,
Quite harmless and still,
Yet screamed without heeding
The man at the mill.
Who seeing their flutter,
Said, "cows do no harm,
But give you good butter
And milk from the farm."
"So don't have the folly
Of running at sight
Of a gentle old Mooly,
In terror and fright."
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