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I have a gray kitty and Twinkle 's her name,
She follows me 'round, and is cunning and tame;
But Dicky, the poodle, and Billy, the Skye,
Won't let me pet Twinkle if either is nigh,
And when I call, “Kitty,—here, kitty!” all three
Come running together, as fast as can be.

II Sometimes when I go for Mama to the store, I like to take Twinkle,—just him, and no more; But Dicky and Billy—they won’t stay behind— I "ve scolded and scolded, they simply won't mind! So a funny procession we surely must be, Dear Twinkle, and Dicky, and Billy, and me. III When supper is ready, but none of them near, I call very softly, “Here ’s meat, kitty dear”; But Billy comes running, and after him Dick, They snatch the best morsels if kitty ’s not quick. Such jealous old doggies you never did see, But it saves lots of trouble—one name does for three!

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