The table is spread, my daughter dear,
Let us just climb up—there’s no one near—
And help ourselves to the best that’s here.
Wouldn’t you like a piece of trout?
Ow! but the bones should have been picked out.
Here’s a savory dish of meat.
Ah, this omelet is a treat!
Don’t be dainty—a feast so gay
Isn’t granted us every day.
(Enter the master—“Out of that!
Scamper! off with you! s-s-s-scat!”)
Oh, the wearisome life of a cat!
Mew, mew, meou, ow!
I think it’s curious, anyhow.
Where people can come and go so free,
Why, and I wonder, shouldn’t we?
What’s the reason these two-legged fry
Are any better than you and I?