The milk comes fresh and foaming, right from the good old cow,
And after I have lapped it, I frolic, you know how;
I'm petted by the children, the mistress of the house,
And sometimes, when I'm nimble, I catch a little mouse.
And sometimes, when I'm naughty, I climb upon the stand,
And eat the cake, or chicken, or anything at hand;
Ah! then they take my saucer, no matter how I mew,
And that's the way I'm punished, for the naughty things I do. |
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