In Mischief.
Four little kits in a basket,
O, the naughty kits!
Scattering the things about the floor,
Pulling them to bits.
Here is a ball of worsted,
O, the naughty kits!
It is the very ball that Belle
Uses when she knits.
There is a ball in a tangle,
O, the naughty kits!
Here is some silk all in a snarl,
There a pair of mitts.
One of these frolicsome kittens—
O, the naughty kits!
Has tried the baby’s stocking on,
To see how it fits.
Belle, meanwhile, in the parlor,
O, the naughty kits!
Never dreams of this frolic;
By the window sits.
When she comes back and finds you,
O, you naughty kits!
I’ve an idea you’ll be frightened
Nearly out of your wits.