A SAD CASE.

I’M a poor little kitty, And alas! when born, so pretty, That the morning I was found, Instead of being drowned, I was saved to be the toy Of a dreadful baby-boy, Who pinches and who pokes me, Holds me by my throat and chokes me, And when I could vainly try From his cruel clutch to fly, Grabs my tail, and pulls so hard That some day, upon my word! I am sure ’twill broken be, And then everybody’ll see Such a looking Kitty! That baby has no pity! Thinks I’m “only a kitty”— I won’t stand it, nor would you! ’Tis no use to cry out m-e-w! Listen! Some day I shall scratch, And he’ll find he’s met his match; That within my little paws There are ever so many claws! And it won’t be very long, If this sort of thing goes on, Till there’ll be a kitten row Such as has not been till now; Then, my lad, there will be found, Left upon that battle-ground, Such a looking Baby!