DAISY’S THANKSGIVING.

NOW kitten-cat, Daisy, just hear me, And ’tend to each word that I say, And don’t frisk around so ’bout nothing, To-morrow ’ll be Thanksgiving Day. And if you don’t chew up your ribbon, Nor dabble it round in the snow, But behave all the time, just as pretty, You’ll have something splendid, you know. There’s another thing, Daisy, I’ll tell you, Aunt Mary is coming to-day, To show us a sweet, darling baby, That’s named just like me—Allie May. And if it should happen to squeeze you, Or pull your long tail the least mite, You are not to scratch her nor bite her, For that wouldn’t be just polite. We must do all we can that’ll please her, She being our company so; Besides, such a new little baby Ain’t had time to learn better, you know. So, if she does tease you, dear Daisy, Though, of course, I don’t say it is right, Please just get away from her easy, Not scratching the least little mite. I s’pose you don’t know ’bout Thanksgiving, ’Cause you haven’t had one before; I’ll tell you: there’ll be a big turkey, And pie made of chickens—and more. And puddings all full of sweet raisins, And jelly and jam—such a treat! And if you’re a good kitten, Daisy, You’ll get a whole plateful to eat.