“Oh, can you not spare me,” mewed Kitty one day,
“Just one real of cotton with which I may play?
For you have your dollies, your bat and your ball,
Your puzzles and skipping rope, paint box and all.
I ask, is it fair that a poor little cat,
Should just be supposed to sit still on the mat?
No, no, I declare, ‘tis not too much to pray,
For just one small plaything to brighten the day.
For with cotton and reel, I can, all unawares,
Encircle the legs of the table and chairs.
Twine threads round the fender, the slippers and shoes,
While the yards and the yards come swiftly unloose.
See the reel spin and roll, see me after it run-
What a beautiful tangle, what glorious fun!”