Dear kitten, do lie still, I say,
I really 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 mama 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.
But if your pussy understood
The lesson that you want to teach her,
And did she _choose_ to be so rude,
She'd be _indeed_ a naughty creature.
Penance for beating a Brother.
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A little girl I knew,
Who looked extremely mild;
And many thought her too
A very clever child.
But ah, one fault she had,
Although her face was pretty
Her temper it was bad;
And was not that a pity?
Both absent were one day
Her Father and her Mother
And then, I grieve to say,
She beat her little brother.
The Nurse then thought it right,
For beating little Fred,
(Although it was not night)
To put her into bed.
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