image A kitten went a-walking One morning in July, And idly fell a-talking With a great big butterfly. The kitten’s tone was airy, The butterfly would scoff; When there came along a fairy Who whisked his wings right off. And then—for it is written Fairies can do such things— Upon the startled kitten She stuck the yellow wings. image The kitten felt a quiver, She rose into the air, Then flew down to the river To view her image there. With fear her heart was smitten, And she began to cry, “Am I a butter-kitten? Or just a kitten-fly?”
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