Little Songs by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen
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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 |
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