WHO was Katy, who was she,

That you prate of her so long?

Was she just a little lassie

Full of smiles and wiles and song?

Did she spill the cups o' dew

Filled for helpless, thirsty posies?

Did she tie a butterfly

Just beyond the reach o' roses?

Slandered she some sweet dumb thing?

Called a tulip dull and plain,

Said the clover had no fragrance,

And the lily had a stain?

Did she mock the pansies' faces,

Or a grandpa-longlegs flout?

Did she chase the frightened fireflies

Till their pretty lamps went out?

Well, whatever 'twas, O Katy!

We believe no harm of you;

And we'll join your stanch defenders,

Singing "Katy-didn't," too.