SONGS FOR THE

KITTY.

Little puss, come here to me,
Gently jump upon my knee;
Let me feel how soft your feet :
Never will I poor Kitty beat.

How very nicely you can draw
Quite out of sight each little claw ;
But when a mouse you see below,
You pounce upon the poor thing so.

You loose it oft, and let it run,
And then pursue it, as in fun ;
Oh I have heard papa oft say,
It was a very cruel way.

So, pussy, you must kill it quite,
And not put it in such a fright ;

It is so gentle, and so weak,

It makes me sad to hear it squeak.

A VISIT TO THE LAMBS.

Mamma, let’s go and see the lambs;
This warm and sunny day

I think must make them very glad,
And full of fun and play.