19 June 2012
Old Mrs McKitty,
Of Kittystone Road,
Had a job as a tailor,
She knitted and sewed.
All of the kittens,
And all of the cats,
Came straight to her,
For their mittens and hats.
For Mrs McKitty,
Was a famous girl,
Willing to give anything,
With a needle, a whirl!
She'd sew and she'd knit,
Till her paws were so tired,
And come up with a work,
Every kitten admired!
But the greatest of all,
Was McKitty's brown casket,
Made of the wicker-
Of her own cat basket.
She'd woven the wood,
And plumped up the wool,
Given the threads-
A yank and a pull...
And concocted the best,
Most wonderful prize,
Which made all the kittens,
Squeal with surprise!
A casket for cats,
A beautiful thing,
McKitty enjoyed,
All the hot she could bring.
Mrs McKitty. • Opuss № I