Kitty, Kitty, go to sleep,
Shut your eyes, and don't you peep.
Sing with me your little song,
We will not make it very long.
Hurry Kitty for to see
Mamma soon will come for me,
And I must see you safe in bed
All covered up except your head.
And while I rock you in my chair,
You must purr your little prayer,
Altho' you say it soft an low,
'Twill all be just the same you know.
Mamma makes me bend my knee,
But Kitty dear, you can't, you see,
For you're too little yet to try--
See! I'm so big, and tall, and high.
And then you can't say any words,
No more than chicks, or little birds.
But I've heard the Bible tell
That even birds are cared for well.