ES, Kitty was hung

When she was so young;

But, as you would hope,

She pulled a knife out of her side-
pocket, and before you could
count One, Two, Three,
cut right through the rope.

ES, a boy tried to drown her

When fatter and rounder,

But, as you would wish,

She slipped the stone off her neck,
and before you could count,
One, Two, Three, swam
like a fish.

ES, Pussy was burnt,

As I too have learnt;

But, as you will read,

She jumped into the water-butt before
you could count, One, Two,
Three; she did, indeed!

ES, she fell off the house

Running after a mouse;

But, as life is sweet,

Before you could count One, Two,
Three, she came on her feet.

ES, with a gun she was shot,

And a trigger it had got,

I saw the man pull it;

But Pussy held up her paws like the Wizard of the North, and before you could count, One, Two, Three, caught the Bullet.

ES, it’s true, people say

She was poison’d one day,

And very much it shock’d her;

But the moment she felt ill, and before you
could count One, Two, Three,
she was off to the Doctor.

ES, I know the old wall

Flatten’d Puss in its fall,

And a dozen of her fellows;

But Pussy walked sideways into the kitchen, and before you could count One, Two, Three, blew herself out with the bellows.

ES, bit by a dog,

But not dead as a log,

As you’ll gladly find;

For she climbed up the apple-tree before
you could count One, Two, Three,
and left the dog behind.

ES, she has grown old,

And has caught a bad cold,

Only bread and milk she touches,

Except a little gruel, but she burns a great
deal of fuel, and you may count,
One, Two, Three, a great many times,
while she hobbles across the room on her
crutches.

ES, the song has all been said,

And poor old Puss is dead,

Let it never be forgot;

Although not One, Two, Three, but
Nine Lives she had got.