Pussy-cat Mew

Pussy-cat Mew "_Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where do you go?" "To London, to visit the palace, you know." "Pussy-cat Mew, will you come back again?" "Oh, yes! I'll scamper with might and with main!_" PUSSY-CAT MEW set off on her way, Stepping quite softly and feeling quite gay. Smooth was the road, so she traveled at ease, Warmed by the sunshine and fanned by the breeze. Over the hills to the valleys below, Through the deep woods where the soft mosses grow, Skirting the fields, with buttercups dotted, Swiftly our venturesome Pussy-cat trotted. Sharp watch she kept when a village she neared, For boys