Nursery Rhyme. DXLVII. Natural History.

        Pussy cat Mole,
        Jump'd over a coal,
        And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.
    Poor pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk,
    Until her best petticoat's mended with silk.

    Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
    I've been up to London to look at the queen.
    Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?
    I frighten'd a little mouse under the chair.

    Hie hie, says Anthony,
    Puss in the pantry
    Gnawing, gnawing
    A mutton mutton-bone;
    See now she tumbles it,
    See now she mumbles it,
    See how she tosses
    The mutton mutton-bone.

    Pussy sat by the fire-side
    In a basket full of coal-dust;
    Bas-
    ket,
    Coal-
    dust,
    In a basket full of coal-dust!

    Pussy sits behind the fire,
        How can she be fair?
    In comes the little dog,
        Pussy, are you there?
    So, so, Mistress Pussy,
        Pray how do you do?
    Thank you, thank you, little dog,
        I'm very well just now.

    As titty mouse sat in the witty to spin,
    Pussy came to her and bid her good ev'n,
    "Oh, what are you doing, my little 'oman?"
    "A spinning a doublet for my gude man."
    "Then shall I come to thee and wind up thy thread,"
    "Oh no, Mrs. Puss, you'll bite off my head."