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Our three cats is Maltese cats,
    An' they's two that's white, -
An' bofe of 'em's deef - an' that's
    'Cause their eyes ain't right. -


Uncle say that Huxley say
    Eyes of white Maltese -
When they don't match thataway -
    They're deef as you please!

Girls, they like our white cats best,
    'Cause they're white as snow,
Yes, an' look the stylishest -
    But they're deef, you know!

They don't know their names, an' don't
    Hear us when we call
"Come in, Nick an' Finn!" - they won't
    Come fer us at all!

But our other cat, he knows
    Mister Nick an' Finn, -
Mowg's his name, - an' when he goes
    Fer 'em, they come in!

Mowgli's all his name - the same
    Me an' Muvver took
Like the Wolf-Child's other name,
    In "The Jungul Book."

I bet Mowg's the smartest cat
    In the world! - He's not
White, but mousy-plush, with that
    Smoky gloss he's got!

All's got little bells to ring,
    Round their neck; but none
Only Mowg knows anything -
    He's the only one!

I ist 'spect sometimes he hate
    White cats' stupid ways: -
He won't hardly 'sociate
    With 'em, lots o' days!

Mowg wants in where we air, - well,
    He'll ist take his paw
An' ist ring an' ring his bell
    There till me er Ma

Er somebody lets him in
    Nen an' shuts the door. -
An', when he wants out ag'in,
    Nen he'll ring some more.

Ort to hear our Katy tell!
    She sleeps 'way up-stairs;
An' last night she hear Mowg's bell
    Ringin' round somewheres...

Trees grows by her winder. - So,
    She lean out an' see
Mowg up there, 'way out, you know,
    In the clingstone-tree; -

An'-sir! he ist hint an' ring, -
    Till she ketch an' plat
Them limbs; - nen he crawl an' spring
    In where Katy's at!