My little kittens, here, you see,
Are just as good as they can be;
Not often do three children dine,
Who are as well-behaved as mine.
I've taught them how to be polite,
To keep their bibs all clean and white,
To say, "Mee-oo" for "If you please,"
And never to be cross, or tease.
My darlings, Muff and Puff and Fluff,
Stop always when they've had enough:
They never come unwashed or late,
They never crowd or push the plate.
My care has not been vainly spent;
That's why I purr with such content;
For I'm the milk-white puss, you know,
That sits close by—their mother—Snow.