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.