TAB-BY’S LULL-A-BY.

Wash-wash-you-cat, Now this side, now that! Wash-wash-you-cat, Keep clean and grow fat! Four lit-tle ears, And eight lit-tle paws, Two small nos-es, And for-ty sharp claws, Give moth-er’s tongue A great deal to do. So hush! keep still, And I’ll sing to you: Purr-r! purr-r! In a sil-ver house, Moth-er once saw A lit-tle white mouse, Soft white fur, And lit-tle pink eyes, So round and plump, And so ver-y wise. Wash-wash-you-cat, Now hold up your chin.

Me-ow! don’t you scratch— To scratch is a sin. Me-ow! Me-ow! You bad lit-tle cat, You mustn’t bite; Moth-er won’t stand that! Purr-r! purr-r! Now shut up your eyes; Moth-er will make You some cat-nip pies. Purr-r! purr-r! Lit-tle balls of fur, Purr-r! purr-r! Lie still, and don’t stir. Wash-wash-you-cat, Lit-tle balls of fur! Wash-wash-you-cat, Purr-r! purr-r!