Pretty little Kitty
Sat upon a stile,
Sang a little ditty
To herself for a while,
Watching how the sparrows--
Seeking grain to eat--
Dart about like arrows
In among the wheat.
Pretty little Kitty
Liked the birds to see!
Though it was a pity
They were wild and free.
So she stopped her singing--
Left the stile forlorn;
And went gaily springing
In among the corn.
Pretty little Kitty
Fond of country things,
Cares not for the city
Where no birdie sings.
[Illustration: Our Jacko, our Jessie, our Jemmy.]
[Illustration: Our Pussies riding Horseback.]
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[Illustration: Our naughty Kitten Caught Stealing Jam.]