Tabby was a kitten,
Tabby was a thief.
Tabby tried to steal the cream,
And so she came to grief.
Jumping on the table
(Nobody was nigh),
On the pretty cream-jug
Tabby cast her eye:
Wondered what was in it;
Thought she'd like to see;
Crept a little nearer,
Slyly as could be.
Cream was very low down;
Jug was very high;
"Must have some," said Tabby.
"Even if I die!"
Then into the cream-jug
Popped her naughty nose;
Just what happened after,
Only Tabby knows.
This is how we found her,
Naughty little cat!
Did she get a whipping,
Think you, after that?
Tabby was a kitten,
Tabby was a thief,
Tabby tried to steal the cream,
And so she came to grief.