"What business," she thought, "has a poor country cat
To visit a city of madmen like that?
"Straight homeward I 'll go, where I am well fed,
Where mistress is kind, and soft is my bed;
Let other cats travel, if they wish to roam,
But as for myself, I shall now stay at home."
And now over hills and valleys she ran,
And journeyed as fast as a Pussy-cat can;
Till just as the dawn of the day did begin
She, safely at home, stole quietly in.
And there was the fire, with the pot boiling on it,
And there was the maid, in the blue checkered bonnet
And there was the corner where Pussy oft basked,
And there was the mistress, who eagerly asked:
"Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where have you been?"
"I 've been to London, to visit the Queen."
"Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, what did you there?"
"I frightened a little mouse under her chair!"
How the Beggars Came to Town
How the Beggars Came to Town
Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,
The beggars are coming to town:
Some in rags, and some in tags,
And some in velvet gown.
Very fair and sweet was little Prince Lilimond, and few could resist
his soft, pleading voice and gentle blue eyes. And as he stood in the
presence of the King, his father, and bent his knee gracefully before
His Majesty, the act was so courteous and dignified it would have
honored the oldest noble man of the court.
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