Chapter 2

Good night, ye merry, merry birds; Sleep well till morning light; I wish I understood your words; Perhaps you sing, Good night.

IV.

To all my pretty flowers, good night; You blossom while I sleep, And all the stars that shine so bright With you their watches keep.

V.

Good night, Miss Puss; mind what I say, And tell it to your kittens; When you with little children play, Put on your softest mittens.

VI.

Come here, my little Fido, too; You always do what's right; I wish I was as good as you; My doggie dear, good night.

VII.

The moon is lighting up the skies The stars are sparkling there; 'Tis time to shut our weary eyes, And say an evening prayer.

THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS. (A Cat's Tale, with Additions.)

Three little kittens lost their mittens; And they began to cry, O mother dear, We very much fear That we have lost our mittens. Lost your mittens! You naughty kittens Then you shall have no pie Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. No, you shall have no pie Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.

The three little kittens found their mittens, And they began to cry, O mother dear, See here, see here; See, we have found our mittens. Put on your mittens, You silly kittens, And you may have some pie Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r, O, let us have the pie, Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r.

The three little kittens put on their mittens, And soon ate up the pie; O mother dear, We greatly fear That we have soil'd our mittens. Soiled your mittens! You naughty kittens! Then they began to sigh, Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. Then they began to sigh, Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.

The three little kittens washed their mittens, And hung them out to dry; O mother dear, Do not you hear, That we have washed our mittens? Washed your mittens! O, you're good kittens. But I smell a rat close by: Hush! hush! mee-ow, mee-ow. We smell a rat close by, Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow,

COCKS AND HENS. (To imitate the call of the fowls.)

Hen. Cock, cock, cock, cock, I've laid an egg; Am I to gang ba-are-foot?

Cock. Hen, hen, hen, hen, I've been up and down, To every shop in town, And cannot find a shoe To fit your foot, If I'd crow my hea-art out.

[To be said very quickly, except the last two words in each verse, which are to be "screamed" out.]