Dame Trot once went to a neighboring fair,
And what do you think that she bought herself there?
A Pussy! the prettiest ever was seen;
No cat was so gentle, so clever, and clean.
Each dear little paw was as black as a sloe,
The rest of her fur was as white as the snow;
Her eyes were bright green, and her sweet little face
Was pretty and meek, full of innocent grace.
Dame Trot hurried home with this beautiful cat;
Went up stairs to take off her cloak and her hat;
And when she came down was astonished to see
That Pussy was busy preparing the tea.
"Oh, what a strange cat! thought poor little Dame Trot,
"She'll break my best china and upset the pot;"
But no harm befel them�the velvety paws
Were quite sure; the Dame for alarm had no cause.
