PUSS IN A QUANDARY.

The table is spread, my daughter dear, Let us just climb up—there’s no one near— And help ourselves to the best that’s here. Wouldn’t you like a piece of trout? Ow! but the bones should have been picked out. Here’s a savory dish of meat. Ah, this omelet is a treat! Don’t be dainty—a feast so gay Isn’t granted us every day. (Enter the master—“Out of that! Scamper! off with you! s-s-s-scat!”) Oh, the wearisome life of a cat! Mew, mew, meou, ow! I think it’s curious, anyhow. Where people can come and go so free, Why, and I wonder, shouldn’t we? What’s the reason these two-legged fry Are any better than you and I?