Tree Little Kittens

Three Little Kittens

Three little kittens, They lost their mittens, And they began to cry, Oh, mother, dear, We sadly fear, Our mittens we have lost.	What, found your mittens, Then you're good kittens, And you shall have some pie.	What! Soiled your mittens, You naughty kittens, And they began to sigh. Meow, meow, And they began to sigh.
What! Lost your mittens, You naughty kittens, Then you shall have no pie. Meow, meow, Then you shall have no pie.	Purr-rr, purr-rr, Then you shall have some pie.	The three little kittens, They washed their mittens, And hung them out to dry. Oh, mother, dear, Do you not hear, Our mittens we have washed?
The three little kittens, They found their mittens, And they began to cry, Oh, mother, dear, See here, see here, Our mittens we have found.	Three little kittens, Put on their mittens, And soon ate up the pie. Oh, mother, dear, We sadly fear, Our mittens we have soiled.	What! Washed your mittens? Then you're good kittens! But I smell a rat close by. Meow, meow, We smell a rat close by.

Two Little Kittens

Two little kittens, one stormy night,
Begun to quarrel, and then to fight;
One had a mouse, the other had none,
And that's the way the quarrel begun.

"I'll have that mouse," said the biggest cat;
"You'll have that mouse? We'll see about that!"
"I will have that mouse," said the eldest son;
"You shan't have the mouse," said the little one.

I told you before 'twas a stormy night;
When these two little kittens began to fight;
The old woman seized her sweeping broom,
And swept the kittens right out of the room.

The ground was covered with frost and snow,
And the two little kittens had no where to go;
So they laid them down on the mat at the door,
While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.

Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,
All wet with snow, and cold as ice,
For they found it was better, that stormy night,
To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.

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