Breakfast and Puss.

Here’s my baby’s bread and milk,

For her lip as soft as silk;

Here’s the basin clean and neat,

Here’s the spoon of silver sweet,

Here’s the stool, and here’s the chair,

For my little lady fair.

No, you must not spill it out,

And drop the bread and milk about;

But let it stand before you flat,

And pray remember pussy-cat:

Poor old pussy-cat, that purrs

All so patiently for hers.

True, she runs about the house,

Catching, now and then, a mouse;

But, though she thinks it very nice,

That only makes a tiny slice:

So don’t forget that you should stop,

And leave poor puss a little drop.