The Kitty Song

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.



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