MY KITTENS.
Reading edition
Olive Stevens Brown.
DO you want to see my kittens? I found them in the shed; They squirm so I can’t hold ’em, I’ll haul ’em on my sled. I guess I’d better name ’em, ’Cause some might get away. Who’d ever thought of kittens All cuddled in that hay? I’ll call this white one “Muffy,” He looks just like a muff; This little spotted, fat one, I guess I’ll call him “Puff;” This black one with the boots on, He looks so smart and brisk, I’ll put a collar on him, And put around it “Frisk.” These gray ones—guess they’ll puzzle me, They’re just as live as pins. I’ll tell you what I think, sir, These kittens must be twins. I guess I needn’t name them, It wouldn’t hardly pay, ’Cause I wouldn’t know to-morrow Which one was which to-day.