PLAY-FUL kit-tens! see them spring-ing
Light-ly up my fa-vor-ite tree;
Now they spy the ham-mock swing-ing—
In they scram-ble—one, two, three.
For a while they sit de-mure-ly,
In a dain-ty fluffy row,
Then they gaze a-bout—why sure-ly,
There stands pa-tient Spot be-low.
“Come!” I fan-cy they are say-ing,
“See, it is not far to climb:
’Mid the branch-es i-dly sway-ing
We are hav-ing such a time!
“You shall have a wel-come hear-ty
Here with-in the leaf-y shade.
What! you will not join our par-ty?
Sil-ly pup, you are a-fraid!”
But a meek re-proach is ly-ing
In those eyes so brown and large;
One can al-most hear him crying,
“I have mas-ter’s stick in charge!”
Pret-ty, mirth-ful, sau-cy crea-tures—
Let them play their mer-ry part!
How can their light kit-ten-na-tures
Un-der-stand his faith-ful heart?
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