So, Snap, be good!"




THE STRAY KIT-TEN.


"Come, Kit-ty, come; you need not fear,
Nor make that plain-tive mew;
Don't be a-fraid, but ven-ture near,
And lap the milk we bring you here,
For none will in-jure you.

"And, Kit-ty, since you've lost your way,
You need no fur-ther roam;
But stop, and dine with us to-day,
And then, if you would wish to stay,
Poor Kit-ty, here's your home.

"And we will feed you fine and fat,
On fresh new milk and nice;
And, when you grow to be a cat,
You can re-quite us well for that,
By catch-ing all the mice."



[Illustration: Where the wide wastes of o-cean lie,
The greed-y Gan-net loves to fly.]