Spilled Milk

It’s no use crying over milk they say,
If you should find you’ve spilled it on the ground.
But please don’t think I spill it every day,
Or just because my mother’s not around.
I’m not a naughty girl although its true
I’m not supposed to give milk to the cat,
Or to the kittens, little darlings who
Don’t understand a selfish rule like that.
So, like they say, I never shed a tear
For any milk by accident I spill.
Nor do I think I’ll ever need to fear
Of being caught; I’m sure I never will.
Don’t cry–Spilled milk–I now know what they mean–
Because the cats will come and lick it clean!