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 Where old Spot had hid them So snugly away.

Such wee bits of kitties You never did see, And one was for Willie And one was for me.

But one of those kitties Strayed off from his mother, Then my little Tibby Had no more a brother.

Now she and old Spot Scarce notice each other, For Tibby, though young, Is now a fond mother.

While grandmother Spot Is roaming about Not one rat or mouse Will dare to come out.

And Tibby's a mouser,— She'll soon teach her kitty To chase them about Without any pity.