The kittie plays the fiddle,
and the frog begins to dance.
This curious sight we sometimes see
in the pleasant land of France.

This is how they cake-walk
in baby kitten land;
It is very very clever if
the ground is made of sand.

Here you see the dancing cat,
a member of the ballet;
She used to live next door to me –
her Christian name is Sally.

This naughty cat was stealing milk
from off the kitchen table,
And now it’s smashed the pretty vase
I gave my cousin Mabel.

This cat had always lived at home
upon its master’s lap,
So it was very frightened when
it first beheld a Jap.

But it very soon was brave again,
and sorry for its folly –
When it found the little Jap
was nothing but a sawdust dolly.

The troublesome baby!
you naughty black kit!
You do nothing but struggle,
and quarrel, and split.

You are both just the same,
as bad as each other,
I shall take you both home again,
back to your mother.

The nurse, who was tired,
and fat, and quite forty,
Let the poor kittens fall
because they were naughty.

If you follow my dress
as far as it goes,
You will find you way home
without soiling you toes.

What a funny colour the sea is,
between me and you,
I think I’ll dip my tail in first
and make it nice and blue.

This pussy went out
for a row before tea,
But the ocean’s so tumbly,
and so is the sea.

Father, mother, and the babies,
off to spend a happy day –
But poor father’s rather angry,
and is not the least bit gay.

These very learned kittens
at their lessons here you see,
And if they pay attention,
very clever soon they’ll be.

«Good morning, little kitten»,
chirped this yellow little bird;
And the kitten droped his bottle
when these pleasant words he heard.

«Please stay with me», the kitten said,
«and let us talk and play»,
But the birdie feared the kitten’s claws,
and swiftly flew away.

Not a drain of milk left
for these poor kittens’ tea
For the cook was so greedy,
and drank it you see.

«There’s some nice new milk
in the kitchen pan,
And yoy may drink it,
if you can».

If we fell in this pan
we should certainly drown,
So to save our young lives
we must drink it all down.

We’ll sing a song of threepenny bits,
and let you keep the change;
You can take the top notes,
and the rest we will arrange.