“TWO’S COMPANY, THREE’S NONE.”

TWO kittens bright With haughty air That plainly said, “Two make a pair,” A picture made As they sat there, A parasol Kept off the air. It shaded them From wind and sun; ’Twas Japanese, (A lovely one!) And well they knew They had outdone In style, their chums, Yes, ev’ry one. And how they blinked At Pussy Snow, And said, “My friend, You cannot go With us about, You are too slow; Besides, your voice Is never low. “And people might, Why, something say, If you were seen With us to-day. Besides, we’ve heard You’ve been quite gay, And that should make Us say, ‘Nay, nay!’ “Then, we, you see, Are finely bred, And our swell set By us is led; And nothing ’bout Us must be said To make us blush And bow our head. “We put on style In dress, and air, And often tend Some great affair; And you, by now, Must be aware We surely are A happy pair. “Then, too, perhaps, You do not know What ‘blue blood’ in Our veins doth flow. It might affect Our social sway Were we with you For just one day. “Then you have heard By ev’ry one, How ‘two’s company’ While ‘three is none.’ So run away, And seek some fun With peasant cats, Out in the sun.” Poor Kitty Snow Was very sad, The little dear, It was too bad! And though her voice Was high, ’twas sweet; And neat she looked In house or street. She did not know That selfish pride Was used to all Her goodness hide, By those who oft She’d played beside, From day to day; And they to chide Her for her birth— She, too, a pet. Oh, how it hurt! Her eyes were wet From grieving much When told to “get,” By those she loved And daily met. A lowly life Is often best To prove our friends; And, for the rest, If they should not Stand by the test, It’s well we know Them at their best.