What did she see—oh, what did she see,

As she stood leaning against the tree?

Why all the Cats had come to tea.

What a fine turn out—from round about,

All the houses had let them out,

And here they were with scamper and shout.

Oh, what should she do—oh, what should she do?

What a lot of milk they would get through;

For here they were with "Mew—mew—mew!"

She didn't know—oh, she didn't know,

If bread and butter they'd like or no;

They might want little mice, oh! oh! oh!