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Three little kittens.

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At last came the day,
And in splendid array
The guests soon began to arrive,
The aunts and the cousins
By sixes and dozens,
All buzzing like bees in a hive;
And among them Sir Rouser,
A famous old mouser,
And the handsomest Maltese alive.
Purr, purr, purr, purr,
Purr, purr, purr, purr.



Then after the marriage
Each groom called his carriage,
And, oh, they rode off in fine style;
The brides beaming brightly,
And bowing politely,
To friends every once in a while,
Who kept up a squalling
And great caterwauling
That might have been heard for a mile.
Miew, miew, miew, miew,
Miew, miew, miew, miew.



The guests kept on dancing,
Now leaping and prancing;
The band still continued to play;
And "Puss-in-the-corner,"
And "Little Jack Homer,"
Were games very much in their way;
With singing and screeching,
And laughter far-reaching,
They had a good time, I dare say.
Miew, miew, miew, miew,
Miew, miew, miew, miew.



The three pretty brides,
And their husbands besides
Took rooms in a very nice flat;
Not a rat nor a mouse
Was e'er seen in the house,
Nor any one heard to cry Scat!
So they lived and looked pleased--
They were petted not teased--
Now what do you think of that?
Purr, purr, purr, purr,
Purr, purr, purr, purr.

       



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