You needn't cry and look so sad;
I love you, pussy dear, the same—
I truly do—as I loved you
Before this cunning kitty came;
But things are changed a little now,
You know, and 'cause he's very small,
I've got to 'tend the most to him.
Your nose is out of joint, that's all.
Don't you remember that cold day
They left me hours and hours in bed,
And when nurse came for me at last,
"Your nose is out of joint," she said,
"A baby's come to live with us?"
Well, then, that's what's the matter now;
You might have known how it would be—
Oh dear, my head! Please don't me-ow,
Or I must send you out the room;
Nice little girls don't make a noise
When their mammas give almost all
Their kisses to small red-faced boys.
I tell you, puss, you are too big
To sit with kit upon my knee,
And it's no worse for you to have
Your nose put out of joint than me.