Kittens large and Kittens small, Prowling on the Back Yard Wall, Though your fur be rough and few, I should like to play with you. Though you roam the dangerous street, And have curious things to eat,...
Here's to the floor, Our best friend of all, Who sticks to us close In the time of our fall. When benches are fickle And tables betray And rugs are revolving, He meets us half-way....
OB-SERVE, my child, the House-hold Fly, With his ex-traor-di-na-ry eye: What-ev-er thing he may be-hold Is mul-ti-plied a thou-sand-fold. We do not need a com-plex eye...