What! go to see the kittens drowned
On purpose in the yard!
I did not think there could be found
A little heart so hard.
Poor kittens! No more pretty play
With pussy's wagging tail:
Why! I'd go far enough away
Before I'd see the pail.
Poor things! the little child that can
Be pleased to go and see,
Most likely, when he grows a man,
A cruel man will be.
And many a wicked thing he'll do
Because his heart is hard:
A great deal worse than killing you,
Poor kittens in the yard.