Sitting at a window,
In her cloak and hat,
I saw Mother Tabbyskins,
The real old cat!
Very old, very old,
Cruplety and lame;
Teaching kittens how to scold--
Is it not a shame?
Kittens in the garden,
Looking in her fce,
Learning how to spit and swear,
Oh, what a disgrace!
Very wrong, very wrong,
Very wrong, and gbad;
Such a subject for our song,
Makes us all too sad.
Old Mother Tabbyskins,
Sticking out her hand,
Gave a howl, and then a yowl,
Hobbled off to bed.
Very sick, very sick,
Very savage, too;
Pray send for a doctor quick,
Any one will do!
Doctor mouse came creeping,
Creeping to her bed;
Lanced her gums and felt her pulse,
Whispered she was dead.
Very sly, very sly,
The real old cat,
Open kept her weather eye--
Mouse! Beware of that!
Old Mother Tabbyskins,
Saying 'Serves hm right,'
Gobbled up the doctor,
With infinite delight.
'Very fast, very fast,
Very pleasant, too--
What a pity it can't last!
Bring another, do.'
Doctor Dog comes running,
Jus to see her begs;
Round his neck a comforter,
Trousers on his legs.
Very grand, very grand--
Golden-headed cane
Swinging gaily from his hand,
Mischief in his brain!
'Dear Mother Tabbyskins,
And how are you now?
Let me feel your pulse--so, so;
Show your tongue--bow wow.'
'Very ill, very ill.'
'Please attempt to purr;
Will you take a draught or pill?
Which do you prefer?'
Ah, Mother Tabbyskins,
Who is now afraid?
Of poor little Doctor Mouse
You a mouthful made.
Very nice, very nice,
Little doctor he,
But for Doctor Dog's advice
You must pay the fee.
Doctor Dog comes nearer,
Says she must be bled;
I heard Mother Tabbyskins
Screaming in her bed.
Very close, very close,
Scuffling out and in;
Doctor Dog looks full and gross--
Where is Tabbyskins?
I will tell the moral
Without any fuss;
Those who lead the young astray,
Always suffer thus,
Very nice, very nice,
Let our conduct be;
For all doctors are not mice,
Some are dogs, you see!
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