When little Dot was only two years old
Her father brought two kittens to their house.
These kittens never did as they were told,
Perhaps because Dot always called them “mouse.”
She chased the kittens everywhere they’d go
And say “My mouse! My mouse!” as they ran past.
The little kittens certainly weren’t slow,
And often they and Dot would run too fast.
And then all three of them would take a rest;
They’d climb up on the pillows on a chair,
And Dot would pet the kitten she liked best,
And then she’d pet the other to be fair.
And once they’d rested Dot would call out “Mouse!”
And off they’d run again around the house.
