T SERVE HER RIGHT. HERE was a little Cat, such a nice little Cat, That they put her in the pot when the water grew hot, And they boil'd her into mutton. HERE lived an old man in a garret, And for fear of the wind and the rain Was a little bit wrong in his head. WO Cats sat on a garden-wall, For an hour or so together; And first they talked about nothing at all, And then they talked of the weather. The little Pussy-cat, afraid of the cold, Said the little Pussy-cat to the big Pussy-cat, "You've not very much to ail of;" And so angry at that was the big Pussy-cat, That she bit the little one's tail off. |