O where is my kitty, my little grey kitty?
I wandered the fields all around
I looked in the cradle and under the table
but nowhere could kitty be found.
I went to the stable as long as was able
I looked at the old wooden spout
I went to the wood pile and stayed there a good while
but never would kitty come out.
I took my dog Rover and looked the fields over
to see if my kitty was there
No dog could be kinder but he couldn't find her
O where can my poor kitty be?
I saw a boy trundle away with a bundle
and carry it down to the brook.
Could that be my kitty, so cunning and pretty,
I guess I'll go down there and look.
For there is no knowing what people are doing
who carry things off in a sack.
So swiftly do hurry, not very long tarry,
and always come empty back.
I took my hook, and went to the brook
to see if my kitty was there;
but there I found that she had been drowned
And so I went home in despair.
Mom's "Stevie" was born in 1959, so I presume that Grama wrote it out so that Mom could get it right!:) Mom was usually singing it to us in Bowling Green, Ohio.
Oh where, oh where is my little grey kitty?
I've hunted the house all around
I've looked in the cradle
In under the table
And nowhere can kitty be found.
I saw a boy trundle away a small bundle
And carry it down to the brook
Perhaps it was kitty, so cunning and pretty,
I think I'll go down there and look.
I'll take my hook and go down to the brook
To see if my kitty is there
And if I find that my kitty's been drowned
Oh, then I'll give up in despair.
Your little grey kitty has not been drowned
I've found her and brought her to you
But before you take, a promise please make
That you'll not blame the boys anymore.
Learned about 1905.
Oh, where is my kitty, my little grey kitty?
I've hunted the house all around.
I looked in the cradle and under the table,
But no little kitty was found.
I went to the attic and made a great racket,
I peeked in the old water spout.
I went to the woodpile and sat there a good while,
But no little kitty came out.
I called old dog Rover, to search the fields over,
And help find my kitty for me,
No dog could be kinder, but he couldn't find her,
Oh where can my poor kitty be?
I saw a boy trundle, off with a large bundle,
And carry it down to the brook.
Oh can it be kitty, my little grey kitty?
I guess I'll go down there and look.
At last I have found her, brown leaves falling round her,
Up high on the wall, by a tree.
Oh yes, it's my kitty, my little grey kitty,
Come, come naughty kitty to me.
Oh, where is my kitten, my little grey kitten?
I've hunted the house all around;
I've looked in the cradle, and under the table,
But nowhere can kitty be found.
I've hunted the clover and flower beds over;
I peeped in the old wooden spout;
I went to the wood-pile, and stayed there a good while,
But never my kitty came out.
I've been in the attic and made a great racket;
I peeped into little Dick's bed;
I've looked in the stable as much as I'm able:
I hunted the wood-house and shed.
I called little Rover, to hunt the field over,
And help find my kitty for me;
No dog could be kinder, but he couldn't find her--
Oh, where can my poor kitty be?
I saw a boy trundle away a small bundle,
And drop it down into the brook.
Could that be my kitty, so cunning and pretty?
I think I will run there and look:
For there is no knowing what people are throwing,
When things are tied up in a sack;
Whatever they carry, not long do they tarry,
And always they come empty back!
The same version (by "Aunt Clara") is also published in The Children's Book of Poetry (here's a local copy).
Arleen found it in The Youth's Companion of May 25th, 1871 (local copy here), under the title "Old Puss inquires for her kitten" (with only minor modifications from that above).
Arleen say "My grandmother used to sing this song. I have found the words as poetry (called 'Pussy's Hiding Place' by an Aunt Clara) in a book published as early as 1879 but I am having less success finding the tune. Do you know who wrote it? Was it ever published? Do you know anything about it? The tune used here is very similar to the one my Grandmother used. She lived in Nebraska and sang it to her children in the 1940's."